The Faded Guest
The feast was a riot of tallow light and roasted meat, the air thick with the scent of sage and the heavy, cloying sweetness of spiced wine. You sat at the long oak table in the great hall of the Abbey, your hands trembling slightly as you held your chalice. Around you, the monks chattered in low, conspiratorial voices, their white robes contrasting sharply with the dark wood of the walls. This...
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