The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Elias, you are late. The voice came from the dark, not from a person, but from the stone itself, a low vibration that traveled up through the soles of your boots and settled in your molars. You stood in the corridor of the Gray Ward, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old blood, and you checked your watch. It was three minutes past the hour. In the Gray Ward, three minutes was a...

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