The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall; it hovered. You stood in the center of the room, a space that had no walls, only a misty gray expanse that smelled of wet wool and old paper. You were wearing your work clothes, the gray suit you had worn to the office for eleven years, the tie slightly loosened, the collar of your white shirt damp with sweat. Your hands were at your sides, fingers curled into fists,...

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