The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The frost had turned the cobblestones of the High Street into a slick, treacherous mirror, reflecting the gaslight in fractured, trembling shards of amber and gray. I stood at the edge of the pavement, my boots heavy with the slush that had accumulated since dawn, watching the procession of carriages roll toward the Hall of Whispers. It was the night of the Grand Concession, a celebration not...

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