The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You should have told me it was cold to the touch. I turned the silver key over in my hands, the metal biting into my skin, and watched the dust motes hang suspended in the shaft of afternoon light cutting through the Duke’s study. It was a small thing, unremarkable in its design, yet it resisted the warmth of my palm with a stubborn, magnetic chill that seeped into my bones. I had been...

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