The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Elara. The name hung in the air of the archive, dry and brittle as the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of afternoon sun that cut through the high windows. I was thirty-two, a clerk of middling rank in the municipal records office, and I was hunched over a ledger, my fingers stained with the brown ink of a quill that refused to flow. The cup was in my coat. I could feel it there, a cold,...

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