The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mud had turned to paste under the weight of the siege, a thick, sucking slurry that held the footprints of the dead long after they had ceased to move. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the keep’s only tower, the air thick with the smell of damp stone and stale sweat. He was not alone. His son, little Arthur, stood three paces behind him, clutching a sword that was too heavy for...

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