The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The soup was cold. It sat in a bowl of chipped blue porcelain, a dark, viscous sludge that had separated into layers of fat and broth. Thomas stared at it. The surface was still. He did not move. He did not breathe. The air in the room was thick with the scent of boiled turnip and old wool. It was the scent of waiting. He was not hungry. He had not been hungry for three days. Hunger was a...

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