The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The train exhaled steam into the frost. It bit the glass. I pressed my face close. The city blurred. Then it sharpened. Iron. Coal. Rain. I held the ledger tight. It was heavy. Cold. My hand trembled. Not from chill. From fear. The institution waited. A black monolith. Spires. Windows. Eyes. I stepped onto the platform. The crowd parted. They looked. Not at me. Through me. I was a ghost. A...

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