The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The feast was a lie. It sat in the center of the dining room, a grotesque monument of rotting meat and stale bread, surrounded by the ghosts of a celebration that had ended three days ago. Thomas stood in the doorway, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the silence. He was twelve. He was hungry. But he was also afraid. Outside, the city hummed its low, electric hymn. It...

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