The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The gavel fell. A crack like a dry branch snapping in winter. The sound echoed in the vaulted hall, sharp and final. It silenced the murmuring of the crowd. Elias stood. He did not look up. He looked at the floor. The wood was dark. Polished by centuries of feet. He felt the weight of the chains on his wrists. They were cold. Iron bites into skin. He had expected fire. He had expected a blade....

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