The Faded Guest
The pen slipped, leaving a long, dark smear across the eviction order. "You’re sure about this, Elias?" Mara asked, her voice flat, stripped of the warmth it had held for twenty years. She stood by the door, a single suitcase at her feet, her eyes fixed on the wall as if it owed her money. I did not look at her. I looked at the paper. The ink was still wet, glistening under the bare bulb. It...
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