The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bone aches. You know this. It is not a metaphor. It is a fact. Your left hand, the one that holds the pen, the one that signs the decrees, it is hollow. The marrow is gone. Only the white shell remains. You are seven. You sit in the High Office. The chairs are velvet. They are red. The red is old. It has bled into the fabric. It looks like dried blood. You do not mind. You are used to the...

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