The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The soup had begun to taste of copper long before the taste of meat had left it. Margaret stood at the counter of the staff room, her fingers stained yellow with turmeric, watching the surface of the bowl ripple with a slow, viscous heat. It was the same recipe she had made every Tuesday for eleven years. The same pot, dented now on the left side from a fall against the steel sink. The same...

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