The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The wine is thick as blood. It coats your tongue, heavy and sweet, tasting of iron and old earth. You are standing at the edge of the great oak table, your hands trembling slightly. The room is vast, a cathedral of shadows and candlelight. The air smells of roasted boar, damp wool, and the metallic tang of fear. You are a weaver. You make tapestries. Your fingers are stained with indigo and...

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