The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The frost had not yet fully melted on the cobblestones of the courtyard when I mounted my horse, the leather of the saddle cold against my hips, a stark reminder of the winter that had settled into my bones. I was forty years old, a knight whose name had once carried weight in the court of King Edward, but now I was merely a man trying to secure a future for my son, Thomas, who would inherit...

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