The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The feast was loud. It roared in the great hall of the manor, a cacophony of clattering plates and raucous laughter that shook the dust from the beams. Margaret sat at the far end of the long oak table, her hands folded in her lap, hidden beneath the heavy wool of her cloak. She did not eat. She watched. The air was thick with the smell of roasted pork, stale ale, and the damp, earthy scent of...

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