The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mist clings to the stone walls of the Great Hall like a shroud woven from the breath of the dead, and you stand at the center of the floor, feeling the cold seep up through the soles of your boots, a chill that has nothing to do with the winter air and everything to do with the hollowness that has been growing in your chest for the last three years. You are here because the court demanded...

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