The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and vinegar, a stark black stain on the cream paper that seemed to absorb the dim light of the room. I held the quill in my hand, my fingers stiff from the cold, ready to sign my name at the bottom, to seal the transfer of my estate to the Crown’s care, a final act of obedience that would allow me to leave with what little...

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