The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The sky turned the color of bruised plums before the first scream rose from the valley below. You stood on the high balcony of the Iron Keep, your fingers white-knuckled against the cold stone railing, watching the world end in a slow, silent fire. It was not a war, not really. It was an erasure. The smoke did not rise; it hung, a thick, gray fog that swallowed the trees and the houses and the...

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