The Faded Guest
The mud on the bank of the River Ouse sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots like a hungry mouth as he watched Clara step onto the ferry. She did not look back. She stood with her back to him, her hands gripping the rough-hewn railing, her face turned toward the village of St. Mary’s where the Baron’s castle rose like a gray tooth against the sky. Elias wanted a pardon for his brother, a man hanged for...
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