The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had stopped, but the mist remained, clinging to the black pine needles like a ghost that refused to be exorcised, and I stood at the edge of the clearing, my hand resting on the hilt of my service pistol, feeling the cold metal bite into my palm with a intimacy that felt less like a weapon and more like a second spine, a rigid support for a body that had long since forgotten how to...

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