The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fog did not roll in. It stood up. It rose from the floorboards of the waiting room like a living thing, thick and gray and smelling of wet wool and old pennies. Arthur sat in the corner, his knees drawn up to his chest. He was a small man, Arthur. Thin. He wore a suit that had been tailored for a younger version of himself, one who had more confidence in his shoulders. Now the shoulders...

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