The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Vera Semenov had not slept since the fog began to taste of iron. She stood on the wet cobblestones of the courtyard, watching the mist swallow the bay, where the hulls of stranded whales lay rotting in the shallows. It was midsummer, yet the air bit like March, a cold that settled in the lungs of the dialysis center patients who passed below. Vera was the night auditor at the Grand Hotel, a job...

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