The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The cup was blue. It was a simple thing, ceramic, chipped at the rim. It sat on the table by the window. The light was hard. It cut the dust. It cut the silence. Thomas held it. His hands shook. He did not let go. He could not let go. The room was white. The walls were white. The floor was white. It was a clinic. It was clean. It was cold. "Put it down, Thomas." The voice was flat. It was dry....

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