The Faded Guest
The letter lay on the desk, the paper thin as onion skin, the ink dry and black as a bruise. Elias read it again, the words blurring under the fluorescent hum of the archive. The request for the restoration grant was denied. The budget was cut. The porcelain cup remained cracked. He folded the paper, a sharp crease forming along the spine of the document, and placed it in the bottom drawer next...
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