The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The cold was not in the room; it was in Elias. It sat on his shoulders like a wet wool coat, a persistent, biting chill that no radiator could touch. He adjusted his tie, the silk slick and cold against his throat, and watched the clock on the wall of the immigration office. Three minutes. Mr. Vane was still looking at the previous applicant’s file. Elias’s hands trembled, not from fear, but...

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