The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a steady, hollow rhythm against the high, narrow windows of the infirmary, a sound like fingers tapping impatiently on a stone table. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool, stale candle wax, and the sharp, metallic tang of antiseptic that the brothers used to scrub the floorboards. Elian sat on the edge of his cot, his hands resting on his...

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