The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The parchment lay on the oak table, the seal of the Bishop cracked and red, smelling of wax and old blood. Thomas Bradshaw read the edict twice, his eyes dry, his fingers steady. He was thirty years old, and he had served the Church for six. The order was simple: arrest the herbalist of Oakhaven, Elara Vance, before the winter frost set in. She brewed unlicensed tinctures. The penalty was...

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