The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The form was already stamped. REJECTED. Malcolm Underhill held the paper in his trembling hands, the ink still wet against the cold glass of the table. It was a Tuesday in November, 1904, and the air in the council chamber smelled of damp wool and old tobacco. Across the room, Mayor Halloway did not look up from his ledger. He was calculating the cost of the new streetlamps, a sum that would...

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