The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink on the ledger page was still wet when I first noticed the discrepancy, a dark, glistening smear that seemed to pulse against the yellowed parchment. It was October of 1893, and the air in the basement archive of the St. Jude’s Orphanage was thick with the scent of decaying paper and the damp earth that seeped through the stone foundation. I, Margaret Holloway, thirty-two years old and a...

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