The Faded Guest
Did you think he was gone? Nikos Makris asked the question into the static of the police scanner, a gift from a man who no longer spoke to him. He sat in the engine cab of the night bus, the last run out of the city, where the fog had stopped the boats and the mill siren tested the air at noon, a sound that still hummed in his teeth. The brass compass in his pocket grew cold, then hot, then...
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