The Faded Guest
Chapter One "Item 4: Silk scarf, torn at hem. Status: Unrepairable." I read the line in the ledger, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and damp wool. My name, Rolf Zimmermann, was written in the margin in the clerk’s slanting hand, a mark of shame I had not yet earned. I sat in the archive, the air thick with the dust of centuries, and held the scarf in my hands. It was Elara’s. It had been...
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