The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the windows of the sanatorium into mirrors of our own exhausted faces. I sat in the corner of the day room, holding a small glass vial of amber liquid that I had distilled from the roots of the nightshade growing wild in the overgrown garden. It was my only possession that did not belong to the institution, a secret...

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