The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

"Stop grinding the salt. You will wear through the floorboards." I looked up from the stone. The grain was fine, white, and indifferent. It had been my duty for three days to keep the boundary line marked, to renew the oath in salt so the dead would know where the living ended and the magistrate’s law began. My hands were raw, the skin split at the knuckles, bleeding into the white powder. I...

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