The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream was not a vision but a technical failure of the ink, a persistent bleed of violet pigment that formed the delicate, hollowed features of Elara in the wet margin of the vellum, a ghostly face that smiled with a terrifying, static calm while Brother Thomas sat hunched over his desk in the damp, candlelit scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude. He was forty years old, his hands permanently...

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