The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fire started in the basement. It took the blueprints first. Then the foundation stones. I watched the smoke curl up from the chimney, a thin gray ribbon against the slate sky. My house was burning. I did not run. I sat in the armchair by the window and watched the walls sweat. My name is Arthur Penhaligon. I am a builder. I build houses for men who do not know how to hold a hammer. I build...

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