The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The hall smells of damp stone and old wine, a scent that seems to seep into the marrow of your bones as you stand before the High Court, a place where the shadows do not merely fall but cling to the corners like wet wool, and you are told to wait, to wait while the judges deliberate on whether the man you have bound in chains is a monster or a mirror, and the silence stretches out, long and...

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