The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The paper was cold, thinner than it should have been, and the ink smelled of iron and old damp. I held the preliminary agreement for the Blackwood Estate up to the window light, checking the seal, my thumb rubbing the crease where I had folded it the night before. It was a standard demolition permit, the kind that turned heritage into gravel, but the signature line was already filled with my...

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