The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Your fingers are black, and they are peeling. You press the thumb against the hilt of the chalice, the silver cold and slick with your own dampness. The metal bites into the grey flesh, a sharp, clean pain that anchors you to the world while the rest of you dissolves into the damp air of the cellar. You are Elias, a constable of the Duke’s keep, and you are dying. It is not a sudden death, nor...

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