The Faded Guest
Mara sat in the dark of her apartment. The city hummed outside, a low, electric thrum that vibrated through the floorboards. It was the sound of the world moving on without her. She held the glass of wine in her hand. It was warm. The label had faded. She looked at the window. The glass was a mirror. It showed her face. It showed her eyes. They were red. They were tired. The apartment was...
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