The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The spool of indigo thread sat heavy in Elias Thorne’s palm, the wool coarse and damp against his skin, a weight that seemed to anchor him to the cold stone floor of the Guild Hall. He did not look up at the Master, a man whose face was a landscape of deep, iron-gray lines carved by decades of enforcing the Purity Statutes, but kept his gaze fixed on the thread as if it were a living thing,...

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