The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain hit the tin roof like gravel. It was a steady, rhythmic drumming that filled the silence of the warehouse. I sat on a crate, my boots muddy, my coat soaked through. The air smelled of wet rust and old grain. Across from me, the table was bare except for a single plate. On the plate sat a loaf of bread. It was dark, dense, and still warm. Steam curled off it in thin, gray ribbons. I did...

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