The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The surveyor’s wheel clicked against the dirt as he measured the distance from the fence post to the old oak, a mechanical ticking that seemed to count down the last of my patience. I stood with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my work jacket, the wool chafing against my raw palms, watching the line he drew in chalk on the surveyor’s map. Julian sat in the cab of his truck, the engine...

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