The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

I held the shard of porcelain in my left hand, the jagged edge biting into my thumb until it bled. It was white, once, but now it looked like dried milk, brittle and cold. I dropped it into the pile on the kitchen floor, where the rest of the cup lay in a scattered constellation of breakage. The silence in the house was heavy, the kind that presses against the eardrums when the wind drops and...

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