The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The blue jay feather in your pocket is cold, colder than the November air that bites through your woolen tunic. You are Elias, thirty-two, a scribe for the village of Ashworth, and you are running. The mud of the road slicks your boots, pulling at your heels, but you do not stop. Three days. Thomas has been gone for three days, and the Baron’s men are already sharpening their axes for the dawn....

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