The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

You are tired. It is a deep, marrow-level weariness. The kind that does not sleep. You sit in the kitchen of the big house on Elm Street. It is night. The rain hits the glass. Tap. Tap. Tap. This house is wrong. It is too big. The ceilings are too high. The air is too thin. You came here to hide. Or to wait. You tell yourself you are waiting for the letter. The letter from the office. The...

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