The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

"Pay the tithe, or the walls eat you." I heard the magistrate’s voice before I saw him. It came from the workshop above, where the dust hung thick in the air, smelling of old paper and dried blood. Below, in the house proper, the floorboards groaned under my weight. Perinne Gaspard, thirty-two, border warden. That was who I was on the forms. That was who I was not, standing there with my hand...

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