The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The clock on the mantel ticked. It was a brass thing, heavy and cold. Margaret stood in the center of the room. She did not breathe. The dust motes danced in the single shaft of light. They were bright. They were blind. She had been standing there for three days. Her legs did not hurt. Her mind did not wander. She was waiting for the verdict. It had come from the office. It had come from the...

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