The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Bahram Rezaei asked the gauge why it trembled, though the needle held steady, a brass eye unblinking in the soot-choked dark. He was thirty-two, a lockkeeper on a dying canal that fed the pearling coast, and the mortgage on his father’s house had been called in early, a debt that tasted of iron in the back of his throat. The steam engines here did not burn coal; they ran on the condensed grief...

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