The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The soup was cold, but I drank it anyway. It tasted of copper and old rain, a flavor that had settled into the pores of my skin years ago, long before I started digging for the truth in the mud of this town. We sat around the table in the back of the pub, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and stale beer. There were four of us, though one chair remained empty, reserved for a ghost or...

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