The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You hold the glass. It is cold against your palm, a slab of frozen night. You are in the hall. The chandeliers burn low, amber pools of light on the marble floor. They expect you to speak. They expect you to weep. They do not know you are already hollow. The cup is heavy. It is the thing that keeps you here. You look down at your fingers. They are trembling. You have held this vessel for three...

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