The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

"You look terrible, Margaret," the old man said. He did not look up from the loom. The wooden shutters were drawn tight against the pale, milky light of the sky. It was not day. It was not night. It was the grey in between, a suspension of time that stretched out like taffy, sticky and endless. Margaret sat on the bench at the foot of the bed. Her hands were clasped in her lap. They were white....

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