The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

My hand shook as I dipped the brush. The ink refused to dry. It spread across the vellum like black water, soaking into the pores of the skin. I was Khalid Kassem, thirty-two, a scribe in the scriptorium, and I needed this page finished by dawn. The tax boat would arrive early this year, and the capital would take everything if the ledger was not balanced. I worked fast. The fog outside ate the...

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