The Spectral Hunter

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The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just made the neon bleed. I stood in the alley behind a defunct arcade, the smell of ozone and wet asphalt filling my lungs. I don't do "hauntings." I do "glitches." The target was known as The Glitch. It wasn't a ghost in the traditional sense—no sheets, no rattling chains. It was a fragment of a consciousness that had been shredded during...

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