The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain has been falling since dawn, a steady, gray curtain that blurs the edge of the world against the black stone of the monastery wall. You are sitting in the small, windowless cellar beneath the refectory, your hands resting on the table, rough and stained with the dark sap of the oak you have spent the last three weeks carving. The wood is warm, it seems to hold the heat of your labor, a...

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