The Faded Guest
You stand in the dark. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood. It is a cellar beneath the keep of Alderbrook, a place where the light of the world has never touched. You are the keeper of the threshold. You are the one who speaks to the dead so the living may sleep. Your hands are stained with ash, but your mind is clear. It has always been clear. This is your burden. This...
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