The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Could a man be saved by what he ate? Act I‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‍‌‍‍‍‍⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‍‍‌‌⁠ Assunta Caruso stood at the edge of the reed beds, the water black and still beneath her boots. The fog was a physical thing, a gray wool pressed against her face, smelling of sulfur and old rot. She held the vial of blood in her left hand, the glass warm and slick, while the...

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