The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The frost had not yet melted from the high peaks of the Iron Citadel, but in the lower courtyards, the air was thick with the scent of rotting cabbage and old blood. Sir Aldric stood before the Great Oak, its bark scarred by centuries of axe blows and lightning strikes, and watched the leaves fall. They were not falling gently, as they did in the gardens of the lowlands, but tearing away from...

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