The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You are bleeding. It is a thick, dark red. It soaks the wool of your sleeve. You do not wipe it away. You stand in the middle of the concrete floor. The floor is cold. It bites through your boots. You are a guard. You are not a monster. You are a man with a job. The job is to keep the peace. The peace is broken. The man in front of you is tall. He is old. His hair is white. It is matted with...

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