The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain came down hard against the slate roof of the workshop. It was a cold, heavy rain, the kind that seeps into the bones and stays there. Elara sat at her bench, her hands stained with black walnut dye. She was carving a figure of a stag. The wood was dry. It cracked under her knife. She stopped. She looked at the crack. It ran down the flank of the animal. It was a small flaw. To anyone...

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