The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain does not fall here so much as it hangs, a suspended grey curtain that blurs the edges of the city into a soft, dissolving dream. You stand at the window of the high-rise office, your hands resting on the cold glass, feeling the tremor of the storm vibrating through the steel and concrete beneath your feet. It is late, or perhaps early; time has become a fluid thing in this place,...

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