The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, blurring the city lights of Chicago into smeared streaks of amber and grey. Margaret sat in the corner, her back pressed against the cold metal of the wall. She was small, pale, and trembling. Her hands were clasped tight in her lap, the knuckles white, the...

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