The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The clock in the corridor ticks. It is a heavy sound. It is the only sound. You sit in the chair. The leather is cold. It bites into your skin. You are not a man. You are not a woman. You are a thing. You are a presence. You are the dust that settles on the mahogany desk. You are the shadow that stretches across the floor. The room is the office of Arthur Penhaligon. He is the Manager. He is...

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