The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The wall breathed. It inhaled the dust. It exhaled the cold. Elias stood. He pressed his palm to the plaster. It was wet. It was warm. It beat. One. Two. Three. His father had been here. Before the debt. Before the silence. The room was a lung. A vast, gray lung. They called it a sanctuary. The men in the gray coats called it a sanctuary. Elias did not believe in sanctuaries. He believed in...

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