The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The room was a box of gray concrete and stale air. You stood in the center of it, your back against the cold wall. Your hands shook, but you did not let them drop. You held the bird. It was a sparrow, small and dark, its feathers matted with blood. It was alive. It was the only thing in this world that was alive. The walls hummed. A low, electric thrum that vibrated in your teeth. This was the...

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