The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The gate was rusted. It had always been rusted. In the dream, the iron bars stretched into an infinite grid, a cage of wire that held the sky. Elias stood before it. He did not knock. He did not shout. He simply waited for the metal to yield. It did not. The dream dissolved into the gray light of the factory floor. The air smelled of ozone and old sweat. Elias wiped his hands on his trousers....

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