The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Act I Vazgen Sargsyan’s hands were already deep in the tangle of rusted wire when the phone on the counter rang. He did not look up. He knew the ring before it ended, a shrill, persistent vibration that matched the headache sitting behind his left eye. The video store was quiet, the air thick with the dust of a thousand discarded plastic cases. He was twenty-four hours from the end of his...

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