The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain on the roof of the manor house sounded like a thousand small hammers striking the slate, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that seemed to sync with the slow, grinding ache in your knee. You sat in the high-backed chair by the dying fire, the leather creaking under the weight of your years, watching the embers collapse into ash. The castle, or what remained of it, had been your exile for...

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