The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink on the parchment was still wet when the High Chancellor’s messenger arrived, his boots clicking against the stone floor with a rhythm that felt less like a walk and more like a countdown. You looked up from your ledger, the quill trembling slightly in your hand, and saw the man’s face pale with the specific anxiety of one who carries a death warrant in a wax-sealed envelope. "Thorne,"...

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