The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You are late, Archivist. The ink is drying on the ledger, and the King’s seal waits for no man. I woke with the taste of iron and old parchment in my mouth, my hands stained black to the wrist. The dream had been simple, a recurring ache: I was standing over the scriptorium floor, watching the ink spread from my fingers, but when I blinked, the dream dissolved into the grey light of the morning...

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