The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The train cut through the fog like a blade through silk. I sat in the corner, my spine rigid against the velvet seat. My hands rested on my lap, trembling slightly. The wood was polished. It reflected the dim light from the carriage lamp. It reflected my face. A pale, hollow mask. I had come to the city to find work. I had come to find my father. He was a man of letters. A scholar of the old...

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