The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The soup was cold, and the bread had gone hard as wood. "You didn't eat," Margaret said, her voice flat against the creak of the chair. She was not a woman who raised her voice; she was a woman who watched the dust settle on the linoleum until it formed a grey map of neglect. Thomas did not answer. He stared at the bowl, where the surface of the broth had congealed into a pale, waxy skin that...

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