The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

"You held the door open for a ghost, didn't you?" The voice was sharp, brittle as winter ice cracking under a boot. I looked up from the ledger, the ink still wet on the page, smelling of iron and regret. Across the small, cluttered office, Marcus stood with his arms crossed, his posture a rigid question mark. He was my supervisor, a man who measured the world in compliance rates and filing...

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