The Faded Guest
Chapter One Grainne Yeats looked back on the night the fog lifted, or rather, on the night she realized it never would. The air in the bathhouse had been thick with steam and the sharp, metallic tang of old copper, a scent that stuck to the back of the throat and refused to wash away. She remembered the weight of the brooch in her palm, cold and heavy, and the way the Minister’s eyes had...
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