The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The stain on your left hand is not blood. It is ink. It is the residue of a thousand signatures, a dark tide that refuses to wash away. You hold your palm up to the fluorescent light of the basement office. The veins beneath the skin are dark, pulsing with a rhythm that does not match your heartbeat. You are a Warden. You are the gatekeeper. You are the one who decides who crosses and who...

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