The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The soup was cold. It sat in the chipped blue bowl, a gray, gelatinous thing. Elias stirred it. The spoon clinked against the ceramic. A dull, rhythmic sound. *Clink. Clink.* It echoed in the empty kitchen. He did not eat. He watched the steam. Or what was left of it. Thin wisps. Ghosts of heat. He had made it from the recipe. The one in the book. The red cover. *Grandmother’s Best.* Page...

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