The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The debt was eleven pounds, four shillings, and two pence, a sum that sat in your ledger like a stone in your shoe, grinding against the bone of your livelihood every time you shifted your weight in the archive chair. You counted the coins in your purse three times, the copper heads dull and green with age, knowing they were not enough to cover the auction fee for the silver locket that hung on...

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