The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

"You’re bleeding out, Thomas," the boy said. His voice was high, thin, and stripped of all inflection. He stood in the mouth of the cave, where the wind from the moor whistled through the jagged rocks like a mournful pipe. "It’s the side. You’ve gone through." Thomas did not look at the boy. He looked at his hands. They were dark, caked in the red mud of the valley below and the fresh, bright...

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