The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mist clings to the limestone cliffs of the coast, a perpetual, grey shroud that has not lifted since the day you were condemned, and you stand within the high, vaulted chambers of the old manor, where the air is thick with the scent of dried lavender and the slow, sweet rot of time itself. You are holding it, the small, rough-hewn stone that your wife, Elara, pressed into your palm the...

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