The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, tearing sound as I pressed the iron key into the lock of the gate. It was a heavy thing, cold and rusted, the teeth worn smooth by years of use in my brother’s hands before the fever took him. I could hear the shouting of the men outside, a low, grinding roar that shook the timbers of the portcullis, but I did not look up. I only turned the key. It did not...

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