The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The cold does not touch you in the way it touches the rest of the world, for you are made of a substance that remembers the heat of the forge long after the fire has died, and you stand now at the edge of the moor where the grass grows tall and gray like the hair of the old men who once walked these paths, holding the iron key that burns against your palm not with warmth but with a cold so...

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