The Faded Guest
Act I Did the sound begin in the walls, or did it begin in the silence where my wife used to breathe? I have asked myself this so many times that the question has worn a groove in my mind, a shallow channel where the water of my thoughts runs dry. I am Kimura Haruto, a clerk of thirty years, and I have spent the last month cataloging the new steam engines in the Osaka factory, a task I took on...
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