The Distant Ghost
The rain hits the mud like a drum. You feel it in your teeth. You feel it in the old break in your spine. You are walking. You are always walking. The path is narrow. The trees are dark. They lean in close. They watch you. You do not look up. You look at your boots. The mud sucks at your heels. It pulls. It wants to keep you. You pull away. You keep moving. Your name is Thomas. You were a...
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