The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The kettle sang. It was a thin, high sound. Cutting through the cold. Mara held the pot. Her fingers were blue. The water boiled. Steam rose. It curled like smoke. Like ghosts. She poured it into the cup. The cup was chipped. White ceramic. Blue rim. It sat on the table. Alone. Mara looked at it. She did not drink. She waited. The steam faded. The room was dark. Outside, the city hummed. A low,...

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