The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream began not with sound but with the taste of copper and wet stone, a flavor that Elias Thorne had carried in his mouth since the winter he fled the burning fields of the East, a season long since dissolved into the misty, indifferent gray of the city of Aethelgard. He stood on the precipice of the old quarry, where the water was black and still as poured obsidian, and the air hung heavy...

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