The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Act I "You are late, Mulcahy." The voice cut through the humid air of the banquet hall, sharp as a blade against the silence. Eamon Mulcahy stood in the center of the room, the weight of the iron compass heavy in his palm. The hall smelled of roasting pork and stale beer, a cloying scent that clung to the wool of his tunic. Around him, the officers of the fortress colony sat in rows, their...

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