The Distant Ghost
The ink had not yet dried on the requisition form when the sky tore open, a jagged scar of violet lightning that seared the glass of the office window and cast long, trembling shadows across the mahogany desk. I sat in the silence that followed the thunder, the heavy leather chair creaking beneath my weight, and watched the rain begin to fall, thick and relentless, blurring the streetlamps of...
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