The Faded Guest
Chapter One Shobha D'Souza’s fingers, raw from scrubbing the last of the season’s unsold cardigans, slipped on the wet stone of the drive-in’s stockroom floor as she reached for the top shelf, where the unsold goods were piled high against the rotting beams. The air was heavy with mildew and old wool, a dampness that seeped into her bones and settled in the joints of her knees, a pain she had...
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