The Distant Ghost

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2026-08-18 01:15:19 -

The Distant Ghost

The house was cold. I held the key in my hand. It was heavy. Iron. Old. I did not want to be here. The wind pushed against the door. I pushed back. Click. The door opened. It smelled of dust. And rot. I stepped inside. My boots crunched on the floor. It was dark. No lights. No heat. Just the house. And me. I looked around. The walls were white. Or maybe gray. I could not tell. The silence was...

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