The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink had not yet dried on the warrant when my hand began to shake. I sat in the magistrate’s office, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old paper, the weight of the quill a physical burden in my fingers. Outside, the valley of Oakhaven lay under a bruised twilight, the mist clinging to the stone walls of the jail like a shroud. I was Elias, forty-two years old, the keeper of...

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