The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You walk the road. The mud is thick. It sucks at your boots. You do not stop. You are a tanner. Your hands are stained yellow. The smell of lye is in your pores. You carry a leather satchel. Inside is a book. It is bound in calfskin. The pages are thin. You hold it tight. You are going to the palace. The gate is high. Stone. Gray. Cold. A guard stands there. He has a spear. He looks at you. He...

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