The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Correctional Facility did not smell of decay, as one might expect from a place built to house the forgotten and the failed, but rather of a cloying, synthetic vanilla that seemed to coat the back of the throat and turn the air into a thick, edible syrup. I sat at the long oak table, my hands folded neatly over the white linen, watching the steam rise from the...

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