The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink is wet. "You are looking at it as if it owes you money, Elias," Harrow said, not looking up from his ledger. His pen scratched a rhythmic, dry sound against the paper, a sound that seemed to grind against the silence of the archive room. "It is a record. It does not care about your tenure." I adjusted my spectacles, the brass rims pinching the bridge of my nose. The smell of the room...

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