The Distant Ghost

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2026-08-17 23:29:57 -

The Distant Ghost

The house is quiet. Too quiet. You stand in the hallway. Dust motes dance. Sunlight cuts the air. Sharp lines. Hard shadows. You hold the key. It burns your palm. Cold iron. Heavy. You are not supposed to be here. Not yet. The lock clicks. A small sound. Loud. You step inside. The smell hits you. Old paper. Wet wood. Grief. You are a prisoner. The walls are bars. The silence is the guard. You...

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