The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The glass is cracked. You see it first in the morning light. A hairline fracture runs from the rim to the base. It looks like a vein. It looks like a scar. You hold the cup. Your fingers wrap around the cold ceramic. The coffee is black. It is bitter. It is yours. You are in the archive. It is a room of silence. The air is dry. It tastes of dust and old paper. The fluorescent lights hum. They...

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