The Faded Guest

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2026-08-19 08:55:54 -

The Faded Guest

The ink was already drying on the parchment when I realized that the name I had written was not my own, but the one that had been carved into the stone above my cell door three years ago, a name that tasted of rust and old blood on the back of my tongue. I looked up from the desk, my fingers stained black up to the first knuckle, and watched as the mirror across the room rippled like a...

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