The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron fence is rotting. You know this because the rust is flaking off in flakes the size of coins, drifting down onto the concrete of the porch like dry blood. It is your final shift. The radio crackles with static, a low, continuous hiss that sounds like the breathing of something vast and sleeping in the dark forest beyond the property line. You stand at the gate, the boundary between the...

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