The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the red clay of the English countryside into a sucking, hungry morass that devoured the hooves of the horses and the sanity of the men who rode them. Master Aldous Vane, a man whose spine was as rigid as the oak beam in the study of his late father’s manor, sat atop his destrier, his velvet doublet soaked through to the skin, watching the fog...

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