The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The village of Oakhaven lay in the hollow of the valley, where the mist clung to the thatched roofs like a second skin, heavy and damp. It was a place of stone and silence, where the air tasted of iron and old wood. Elias Thorne sat in his workshop, the smell of tallow and dried leather hanging thick in the narrow space. His hands, once steady enough to carve the finest woodwork in the county,...

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