The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain hits the cobblestones with a sound like bone breaking. You step over the puddles. The city smells of wet wool and iron. You are a warden. This is your truth. You carry the weight of the city in your boots. The cobblestones are old. They have seen kings and beggars. Now they see you. You walk to the gate. The gate is stone. It is worn smooth by hands that touched it in anger. It is worn...

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