The Faded Guest
The fog does not merely obscure the road; it swallows it, a thick, grey wool that presses against your face with the weight of wet wool. You are Elias, a constable of the shire, and the object in your inner coat pocket is a sealed parchment, the only thing standing between your brother Thomas and the slow, crushing dark of the debtors’ prison. The winter frost has not yet set in, but the air is...
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