The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The parchment lay on the stone floor, torn into a thousand jagged shards, and you, Elias, knelt in the dust of your master’s study, your fingers trembling as they brushed the cold, rough surface of the debris. It was the autumn of 1342, and the air in the abbey was thick with the scent of damp wool and old incense, a smell that had once comforted you but now felt like a shroud. You had spent...

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