The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron gate shuddered. It was not a gentle knock. It was the sound of a beast testing its cage. Cillian stood in the center of the circular room. The floor was cold stone. The air smelled of wet wool and old blood. He held a wooden staff. It was smooth. It was worn thin by years of grip. He did not look at the gate. He looked at the table. On the table lay a single object. It was a mirror. It...

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