The Faded Guest
The rain has been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurs the line between the window and the world outside. You are sitting in the basement office, the kind of windowless, carpeted room that smells of stale coffee and damp wool. It is a space designed for containment, for keeping things in check, but today it feels like a coffin. You are a man who has spent twenty years...
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