The Faded Guest
Chapter One Nino Zito arrived at the parish house with a bag of flour and a head full of debts, the weight of the sack digging into his shoulder as the meltwater rose in the cellar below. The estate was not a grand manor but a crumbling collection of stone and moss, perched on a lava field that had long since gone soft under the relentless rain of the north. I had come to sell the place within...
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