The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The cellar door did not open so much as it surrendered, a heavy oak slab groaning in the damp dark. Thomas Ashworth descended into the cold, the weight of his iron rations clinking against his hip like the bones of a dead man. He was a man of the law, or had been, before the law had been stripped away by the hunger of the ages. Now he was merely a vessel for survival, his uniform a tattered...

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