The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The tower fell at dawn. It crumbled into the mist. Dust choked the sky. Stone screamed. The city slept. Or tried to. Elias watched. He stood on the hill. The wind bit. He wore a cloak of grey wool. It smelled of rain. He was a man of few words. Fewer thoughts. He was a seer. Or so they said. He did not cast spells. He did not chant. He simply looked. He saw the threads. The thin, silver lines...

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