The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The feast in Oakhaven was a cacophony of roasting meat and stale ale, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and unwashed bodies, yet Silas Thorne felt only the cold weight of the tattered cloak draped over his arm. He stood at the edge of the square, his constable’s tunic stiff with sweat, watching the villagers dance under the flickering torchlight, their laughter sharp and brittle as ice...

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