The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron of the executioner’s axe bit into the oak beam with a sound like a bone snapping, and I watched the splinters fly, knowing that in an hour, Elias would be on the block, his throat opened to the cold air of the crypt. I adjusted the silver clasp at my throat, feeling its faint, sickening hum against my skin, a vibration that seemed to pulse in time with the hammering of my own blood. I...

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