The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The frost lay thick and brittle on the cobblestones of the village square, a white skin that cracked under the weight of your boots as you walked toward the old orchard, where the apple trees stood like skeletal sentinels against the gray, unforgiving sky. You were the magistrate’s man, a title that carried the scent of old leather and the quiet, pervasive fear of those who lived within the...

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