The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a cold, persistent gray veil that draped the stone walls of the Holloway estate in a shroud of dampness, seeping into the mortar and the marrow of the old fortress where Sir Thomas Bradshaw sat alone in the great hall, his hands wrapped around a cup of ale that had long since lost its warmth, the liquid now bitter and stagnant in his mouth as he...

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