The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You drive north. The wipers beat a frantic rhythm against the glass. Rain hammers the windshield. It blurs the world into gray smears. You are a scholar. You study syntax. You break sentences apart. You find the bones. Today, the bones are gone. Only the flesh remains. Thick. Wet. Heavy. Your father is dead. You knew this. You just did not know how. You received the call. Then you drove. The...

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