The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Act I "You’re late," the voice from the cart said, not looking up from the ledger. "The line shifts at noon. If you’re not there, I take the slot. And I take the pin." Manuel Figueroa did not answer. He stood in the mud of the hobo jungle, the rain soaking through his wool coat until it weighed more than the rifle slung across his back. The water was not falling; it was being thrown, a...

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