The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The damp of the Citadel did not smell of water, but of old iron and wet ash. Silas stood on the balcony, his hands gripping the cold stone until his knuckles turned white. Below, in the moonlit courtyard, the stag moved. It was a creature of pale, translucent flesh, its antlers brittle as dried kindling, worn down by centuries of failed hunts. Silas watched it circle the fountain, its eyes...

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