The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The kitchen smelled of bleach. It was a sharp, medicinal scent. It masked the copper taste of blood. Elias stood by the sink. His hands were trembling. He held a ceramic plate. It was white. It was thin. It was cracked down the center. A jagged fracture line ran from the rim to the base. He did not drop it. He held it against his chest. The shards bit into his shirt. He felt the cold edge. He...

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