The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

"Put the trowel down, Elias." Your father’s voice does not come from the doorway. It comes from the plaster itself, a vibration that travels up through the soles of your boots and into the marrow of your shins. You drop the tool. It clatters against the concrete floor of the cellar, the sound sharp and final in the heavy air. The wall beside you is weeping again. A thick, viscous black sap...

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