The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The banquet hall smelled of roasted venison and wet wool. It was a scent that clung to the rafters, heavy and suffocating, as if the air itself had grown tired of holding its breath. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the table, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The steel was cold against his palm. He watched the guests. They were a blur of silk and laughter, a chaotic tapestry...

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