The Faded Guest
The ink bled into the parchment before Estrid Lonne could lift her brush. She was mapping the Northern Reach, a task that had consumed her for three years, but the line she drew for the border shivered, turning into a black smear that looked like a wound. In the corner of the room, the mirror caught the light, and for a second, a face stared back. It was her brother’s face, pale and thin,...
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