The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The cold came in with a hiss, a sound like water striking a hot stone, and it was the first thing I heard before I saw the snow piling against the window of the forge. "Elias," my master had called, years ago, his voice thin in the drafty hall, "Elias, the clasp is gone." I remembered the weight of his hand on my shoulder, the way the iron in the tongs had cooled, and I had known then that the...

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