The Faded Guest
The soup is cold. You know it is cold. You taste the iron. The broth is black. It coats your tongue. It tastes of earth. It tastes of rot. You hold the bowl. Your hands shake. The bowl is heavy. It is clay. It is rough. You are in the kitchen. The room is white. The walls are stone. The air is still. You do not breathe. You wait. Marta is watching. She stands by the door. She is old. Her face...
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