The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The cup shattered on the flagstones of the high gallery, a sound like a bone breaking in the dark. It was not a porcelain cup, but a vessel of dark, glazed ceramic, the color of dried blood, filled with a liquid that smelled of iron and burnt sugar. Sir Alaric, the Warden of the Inner Sanctum, did not flinch. He had been expecting the noise. He had been expecting the pain. For three years, he...

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