The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The banquet hall smelled of burnt sugar and stale ambition, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of your throat as you stood among the dust motes dancing in the single beam of light that pierced the boarded-up window. It was a feast not for the living, but for the memory of a life you had already spent, and you found yourself tracing the cracks in the porcelain plate in your hand, feeling...

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