The Faded Guest
The fog did not clear. It thickened, swallowing the iron gates of Oakhaven until only the silhouette of Silas remained, a dark smudge against the grey void. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold, his hand resting on the cold iron of the gate, watching his mentor walk away. Silas did not look back. He had never looked back, not in the twelve years Elias had served under his watch. Elias turned his...
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