The Faded Guest
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain drawn across the windows of the Magistrate’s Hall, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and iron, and you stand in the center of the room, your uniform crisp and white, a stark, screaming contrast to the damp, rotting wood of the floorboards that creak under the weight of the institution’s silence. You are Elias...
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