The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The gate creaked open like a joint that had not moved in years. I stood in the courtyard, my staff heavy in my hand, watching the dust settle around my boots. It was a Tuesday, but it felt like the end of the world. Or perhaps just the beginning of a very long silence. I was old then. Older than I am now, though I have not aged a day since. The years do not touch me here. They only chip away at...

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