The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city and the men standing within it, and I stood there in the narrow alley behind the old textile mill, my skin prickling with the strange, electric sensation of being watched not by eyes but by the very architecture of the night, for I am not what the police think I am, nor what my...

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