The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The silver spoon weighed exactly four ounces, a precise and heavy thing that Elias Thorne held in his left hand while he measured the tincture into the King’s cup. It was a Tuesday in late November, the air in the palace corridors thick with the scent of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that seemed to seep from the stone walls themselves. Elias counted the drops of the...

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