The Faded Guest
The iron gauntlet was gone from Elias Thorne’s belt, a cold absence he felt before his mind could name it. He was forty years old, a border captain with twenty years of service, and the missing steel was a wound in his side. The village elder, a man named Halloway whose face was a map of the same neglect that plagued the border, stood by the hearth and did not look up. "The Faded Guest has...
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