The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mud sucked at Thomas’s boots as he ran. He ran toward the keep. The stones of the courtyard were slick with rain and blood. He was twelve. His hands shook. He held his sword low. It was too heavy. It was always too heavy. He saw the door open. Lord Ashworth stepped out. He wore black. His face was pale. He looked at Thomas. He did not smile. He pointed. Thomas stopped. He breathed hard. The...

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