The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Gault stood in the rusted sprawl of the Midwest, where the thaw rotted the roads into a slurry of mud and iron filings. The air smelled of wet copper and the sour, metallic tang of the water court’s drainage. He was alone, tethered to his orbital welder’s duties by a debt he could not pay, holding a ration chit for water hours in his sweating palm. The Hollow Ones were not ghosts, but the...

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