The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mist was thick enough to taste, gritty against the teeth. "You’re late," the elder said. He did not look up from his work. His hands, stained with the black resin of the border stakes, moved with a mechanical precision over the split wood. Elias stood at the threshold of the hut, his boots caked in the grey mud of the lower valley. He was forty years old, a warden of the ridge, a man whose...

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