The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain hit the pavement in hard, gray sheets. Elias stood on the corner. His knuckles were white. He held his umbrella. It bent under the wind. The street smelled of wet asphalt and old paper. Inside the glass building, the lights were on. They burned flat and white. No shadows. No warmth. Just light. Elias watched the doors. A man in a suit walked out. He looked at Elias. He did not stop. He...

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