The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The pen slipped from my grip, leaving a jagged tear in the spine of the 1984 municipal budget report, and I watched the ink bleed into the paper like a bruise forming under skin. It was the third time that day. My left hand, the one that had cataloged ten thousand fragile manuscripts without a tremor, was shaking so violently that I had to set the book down and press my palms flat against the...

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