The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bomb fell at noon. It did not explode. It merely landed. A dull thud, like a heavy book dropped on a carpet. Dust shook from the ceiling of the cellar. Margaret wiped the grit from her lips. She tasted copper. They had been hiding for three days. The war had moved into the city. The trains stopped. The phones went dead. Then came the shelling. Now, only the silence. And the thing in the...

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