The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The air in the blacksmith’s forge was thick with the smell of sulfur and old blood, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of Elias’s throat. He sat on a splintered crate in the corner, the heat from the anvil pressing against his skin like a living thing, yet he felt a profound, creeping cold in his hands. The fingers, once the most dexterous instruments of his trade, were now twisted...

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