The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink was already drying on the parchment when Sir Aldric’s finger tip turned to grey powder. He did not scream. He simply watched the dust settle on the royal seal, a fine, grey snow that smelled of old wood and regret. He was forty years old, a knight of the Crown, and he had three days left before his body followed his hand into the earth. The curse had started in the winter, a cold that...

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