The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The thread bled black ink, and I stopped my needle before it could pierce the wool. "You are dawdling, Vane," Lord Ashworth said, not looking up from his ledger. His voice was dry, like the sound of a file sliding across a wooden desk, and the air in the room was thick with the smell of coal dust and stale tea. "The court sits at dawn. The prisoner expects his coat." I looked down at the...

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