The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

"You need to burn it," the sergeant said, his voice low and rough like gravel shifting under a boot. He did not look at me. He looked at the window, where the industrial haze of the city settled in thick, gray layers against the glass, blurring the shapes of the factories and the smokestacks that dominated the skyline. It was late, or perhaps early; in this city, time had long since lost its...

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