The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The vial was heavy in Elias’s palm, a dense weight of glass and amber liquid that burned cold against his skin. It sat on the scarred oak table, the only object in the room that did not tremble as the Guild Master’s decree was read aloud. The parchment crinkled in the Master’s dry fingers, the ink still wet with the authority of the institution. Elias looked at the label, his own handwriting,...

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