The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The wool coat smells of damp earth and old iron. You know this scent before you open your eyes. It is the scent of the cellar where your father kept his tools, and the cellar where he kept his secrets. You are standing in the narrow alley behind the apothecary in Harrowgate. The cobblestones are slick with a rain that has been falling for three days. The year is 1348, or perhaps it is a century...

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