The Faded Guest
The table was long enough to seat forty, though there were only six of us. The candles in the brass holders burned low, their flames trembling in the draft that came from the open window, a window that overlooked the gray, industrial sprawl of the city where the smokestacks never stopped coughing their black breath into the sky. You sat at the head of the table, your hands resting on the white...
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