The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The morning light fell through the high, arched windows of the King’s Hall, slicing the dust motes into long, suspended threads of gold that danced in the cold air, and I stood there, my hands trembling not from the chill but from the terrible, hollow ache in my left knee, a joint that had once been the hinge of my life and was now merely a knuckle of broken glass wrapped in old bandages, while...

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