The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain hit the cobblestones like a fist. Arthur stood on the corner. He soaked. "Look at him," said the man in the grey coat. "Soaked to the bone. And he doesn't move." Arthur did not move. He was a man of books. He had spent forty years in the library. He knew the weight of every spine. He knew the smell of old paper. He knew the dust. But he did not know the rain. The city was waking up....

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