The Echo of a Ghost (V-12)
My apartment in New York is a study in subtraction. White walls, a single grey sofa, and a window that looks out onto a brick wall. I am Elias, a translator of dead languages, a man who spends his days converting the thoughts of long-dead poets into a modern tongue that feels increasingly alien to me. I exist in the gaps between words, a ghost in my own life. Then I met Julian. We didn't meet...
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