The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The salt water was thick in my mouth. I tasted iron and ash. Around me, the air shimmered with a heat that had no source. I was not in my kitchen. I was not in the cold, gray hall of the Magistrate’s office. I was here. In the white. I looked down. My hands were stained. Not with blood. With dye. The deep, bruised purple of crushed mallow berries. I had been crushing them. For the bath. For the...

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