The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain tapped a rhythmic, hollow code against the high windows of the Ministry. It was a sound that had no end, only a duration. Margaret sat at her desk. The wood was cold. It smelled of old ink and wet stone. Outside, the city blurred into a gray smear of glass and steel. Inside, the silence was heavy. It pressed against her eardrums. On her desk sat a single object. It was a small, brass...

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