The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The guard left the gate. The snow bit. He stood alone. The palace was a tomb of stone. Cold. Silent. The wind screamed through the cracks. It sounded like breath. It sounded like hunger. He was the keeper of the threshold. His name was Thomas. He did not remember his first name. He only knew his duty. The duty was simple. The door must never open. The dark must never leave. He held the key. It...

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