The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The gate was broken. I saw it before the lanterns did. A splinter of oak, dark and wet, jutted out from the hinge like a broken tooth. I touched it. The wood was cold. It bit into my skin. I pulled my hand back. My fingers shook. I am a guard. I know gates. I know how they hold. This one did not. I stood in the mud. The rain was falling. It hit my face. It felt like needles. I looked up. The...

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