The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The saddle leather groaned under Elias Thorne’s weight, a dry, fibrous sound that matched the creaking of the iron-barked oaks lining the valley path. He had counted the miles in his head, forty-two days of service, forty-two years of silence, each step measured against the heavy, copper-scented air that hung low over the mist-choked ground. The sap from the trees was black and viscous, weeping...

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