The Distant Ghost
The table groaned under the weight of the feast. Porcelain shattered against the stone floor. Wine, dark as arterial blood, pooled around the ankles of the guests. They did not look down. They looked at the center of the room. There, the air hummed. A low frequency. A vibration in the teeth. In the marrow. Elias stood by the wall. He held a glass of water. His knuckles were white. The crystal...
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