The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The magistrate’s voice was a dry leaf skittering across stone, flat and brittle. "You are accused of the theft of the Crown’s seal, sir. Do you deny it?" I looked at the seal. It sat on the velvet cushion between us, a heavy disc of silver and iron, cold to the touch even in the midday heat. I had held it for forty years. I had polished it until my fingerprints were worn smooth into the metal,...

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