The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

I am writing this because the paper is the only thing left that does not fade, and I need to know if I existed before I became the ash. The date is unclear; the ink smears when my thumb brushes it, as if the page itself is sweating. I was thirty-four when I left the outpost, a border guard with a salary that bought less than a loaf of bread and a pair of boots that leaked. My sister, Wen Xi,...

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