The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The air in the Great Hall smelled of damp stone and old wax. It was a scent that clung to the throat. Father Aldric stood at the edge of the tapestry. He held the censer. The iron was cold. The incense was dry. It had not burned for three days. The court watched him. Their eyes were sharp. They cut the air like glass. The King sat on the throne. His face was a mask of gold and flesh. He did not...

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