The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The spoon clatters against the porcelain, a sharp sound in the heavy silence of the dining room. You scrape the last of the ash from the plate, your fingers numb, your knuckles white around the handle. Lord Blackwood watches you, his face a mask of polished stone, his eyes fixed on the grey powder that should have been roasted chicken. You are Elias, thirty-two, a constable in this manor, and...

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