The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The coffee in the cup was cold. It had been sitting on the desk for three days. Margaret did not drink it. She looked at the sediment at the bottom. It looked like dirt. It looked like the end of a road. The office was quiet. The air conditioning hummed a low, dying note. It was a sound that had no beginning or end. Margaret sat in her chair. Her back was straight. She was a senior analyst. She...

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