The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The letter from the assessor’s office lay on the kitchen table, its seal broken, the paper yellowed with age and damp. It was a standard form, printed in a font that looked like it had been stamped by a machine that hated people, listing the arrears on the estate of Silas Halloway, deceased, with a precision that felt like a knife held against my throat. I was thirty-two years old, and I had...

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