The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind does not howl. It hums. A low, resonant frequency that vibrates in the marrow of your sternum, a standing wave trapped in the valley between the basalt cliffs. You are leaving. The truck idles, its engine a rough, mechanical cough against the silence. Your father stands by the tailgate. He does not wave. He holds a crate of equipment, his hands red from the frost, the knuckles swollen...

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