The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The hall smelled of wet wool and stale wine. Mara stood by the hearth. The fire was low. It spat a pebble. It hit the stone. It rolled. She watched it. Her hands were cold. She rubbed them together. The skin was dry. It cracked. A line of blood appeared. It was red. It was bright. "Is it true?" The voice was close. It was Julian. He stood behind her. His breath was hot. It smelled of apples. It...

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