The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The leather of the bridle bit into your palm, cold and damp from the night’s moisture, as you tighten the cinch on your horse, a bay gelding named Cinder who snorts and shifts his weight, sensing the tension in your shoulders. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, and you are holding a map drawn in charcoal on sheepskin, the ink smudged by the rain that has not stopped falling for three days....

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