The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fog tasted of copper and old wool. "Hold the line, Elias," Halloway had shouted from the ridge, his voice cracking against the wind, "before it takes the names." But the names were already gone. The Grey Static pressed against the northern ridge, a dense, opaque wall of vapor that did not behave like weather. It moved with intention, seeping into the cracks of the stone wall, erasing the...

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