The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The scale on the table trembled under the weight of the loaf, a heavy, dense thing that smelled of wet ash and old iron. I had counted the sacks of grain that morning, thirty-two heavy burlap bags stacked in the corner of the bakery, each one heavier than the last, a physical accumulation of the town’s failing hunger. My father lay on the cot in the back room, his breathing a dry rattle that...

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