The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron in my sword tasted of blood and rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I stood amidst the shattered remnants of the courtyard. It was not a battlefield, not in the way the chroniclers would later describe it, with its grand sweeping lines and heroic charges. It was merely a stone-paved square in the heart of the old palace, slick with mud and the red wash of a minor...

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