The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The cold did not enter the workshop of Elias Thorne through the cracks of the shuttered windows, nor did it rise from the damp flagstones where the lead cames lay coiled like sleeping serpents; instead, it settled upon his shoulders with the weight of a wet wool cloak, a pressure that smelled of turned earth and decay, and as the year 1348 deepened into its freezing heart in the walled city of...

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