The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The coat is hanging on the back of the chair and you are sitting in the kitchen with your hands folded in your lap while the rain taps against the windowpane in a rhythm that sounds exactly like the clock on the wall which has not been wound since last Tuesday and yet still ticks with a persistent and mechanical indifference to the fact that it is broken. You look at the coat and you see the...

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