The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

"You are late," the voice said, not unkindly, as if punctuality were a matter of cosmic hygiene rather than human failing. You stood in the doorway of the glass house, the air around you thick with the scent of ozone and crushed mint. It was a place that did not exist on any map, yet it felt more familiar than your own childhood bedroom. The walls were transparent, revealing not the suburban...

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