The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The banquet hall of the King of the North was not a place of warmth but of a sterile, crystalline cold that seemed to seep into the marrow of every soul who entered through the obsidian gates, where the air tasted of ozone and old, forgotten debts, and the light did not come from torches or windows but from the pale, bioluminescent veins of the walls themselves which pulsed with a rhythm that...

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