The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain hit the cobblestones in sheets. It was a cold, industrial rain. It smelled of coal smoke and wet iron. I stood at the window. My coat was still damp. I had just left the station. My friend was waiting. No. He was not waiting. He was gone. I looked at the glass. My reflection stared back. It was a stranger’s face. Hollow eyes. Tight jaw. The uniform was dark. The brass buttons caught...

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