The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The air inside the quarantine ward of the St. Jude’s Municipal Hospital does not smell of sickness, as you might have expected from the old stories of the plague, but of boiled starch, antiseptic, and the heavy, sweet rot of overripe apples that have been left too long in the fruit baskets by the nurses’ station. You sit in the rigid wooden chair, your knees drawn up to your chest, your hands...

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