The Faded Guest
The roof collapsed before the sun had cleared the tree line. You remember the sound. A crack like a giant bone snapping, followed by a roar of splintering pine and wet plaster. Dust filled the air, choking you, turning the grey morning light into a thick, brown fog. You were in the kitchen. You held the blue ceramic bowl in your hands. It was your only possession of value. A heirloom from your...
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