The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The first thing I noticed was the silence. It was not the quiet of a resting room, but the heavy, suspended stillness of a held breath, thick with the scent of antiseptic and old dust. I stood in the corridor of St. Jude’s, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric drone that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. My hands were shaking. Not from the cold, though the November air had seeped through...

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