The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Burn it. The word hung in the air, heavy as the velvet coat draped over the chair. My father’s voice was a dry rasp, stripped of all warmth, but the command was absolute. I stood in the corner of the bedroom, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer physical weight of the silence that followed. The room smelled of stale tea and medicinal tinctures, a cloying scent that seemed to...

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