The Distant Ghost

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2026-08-18 00:03:16 -

The Distant Ghost

The rain does not fall here so much as it rises, a thick, gray mist that clings to your skin like wet wool, tasting of iron and old stone, and you are standing in the middle of a field that stretches out into a horizon that has no edges, no trees, no houses, just an endless expanse of bruised purple grass that sways in a wind you cannot feel, and in your hand you are holding a knife that is not...

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