The Faded Guest
Chapter One "You’re late, Ilena Eland." The voice came from the head of the long oak table, low and rough, like stones grinding together in a dry riverbed. The banquet hall smelled of roasting mutton and wet wool, the air thick with the smoke of tallow lamps that flickered against the high, vaulted ceiling. Dr. Aris sat at the far end, his face a mask of polite indifference, though his eyes...
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