The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink bled. It ran down the page in long, black veins. I watched it spread. It was a map of my failure. I am a clerk. I have always been a clerk. My hands are stained with the residue of other people's lives. Today, the stain would not wash off. The letter sat on my desk. It was from Thomas. Thomas, who had been my friend for twenty years. Thomas, who knew the shape of my soul better than I...

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