The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

I My hands were already blue when I hit the door. Not the pale, washable blue of the indigo vats, but a deep, bruised violet that seeped into the whorls of my fingerprints. I slammed my shoulder against the wood of the union hall, the one at ninety-six of the Rope Walk, where the hinges screamed in a high, metallic whine. Inside, the air was heavy with damp wool and stale tobacco, a fog that...

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