The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron gate shrieked as it swung wide, a sound like a bone snapping underfoot. Edward Ashworth stood in the courtyard, rain slicking his grey coat, and watched the procession of warden’s guards march toward the central hall. They carried no weapons, only their silence, a heavy, wet thing that pressed against the air. The mist here was thick, swirling around the ankles of the men in black,...

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