The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You will not burn it, Elias. The words hang in the thin air of the Blackwood Ridge, cold and sharp as a knife between the ribs. I look at Master Galloway, his face a map of deep fissures carved by wind and time, and I see the truth of his warning in the set of his jaw. He is old, older than the trees that twist around us, and he knows what I carry in my hands. The iron-bound ledger is heavy,...

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