The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You are not a man. You are a stain on the hem of history, a shadow cast by a candle that has burned down to the wick. Your name, if you had one, is forgotten. The villagers in the valley below call you the Gray Man, or perhaps the Ghost of the Marches. They do not know your face. They only know that you walk the high passes in winter, when the snow buries the roads and the wolves howl from the...

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