The Faded Guest

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2026-08-20 12:16:09 -

The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall. It rose. I woke in the mud. The smell was thick, ancient, and wet. It tasted of iron and old blood. I sat up. My hands were caked in silt. My body felt heavy, not with age, but with a density that spoke of duty. I was a soldier. I knew this without thought. It was a fact as solid as the stone beneath my spine. I looked down. I wore armor. It was not steel. It was woven...

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