The Faded Guest
"You have come to say goodbye, have you not? Or perhaps to demand an apology for the inconvenience of my continued existence?" The voice belonged to the figure sitting in the high-backed chair by the window, a man who seemed to be composed less of flesh and bone than of the dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light that cut through the heavy velvet curtains of the parlor in the town of...
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