The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

He dreamed of teeth. Not his own. White shards. Floating in black water. Marcus woke gasping. The cell was cold. Concrete. Humming with low voltage. He sat up. The blanket bunched at his waist. His left hand twitched. The fingers curled. Locked. Always locked. Since the border. Since the incident. He looked at the hand. A mirror of ruin. Tendons pulled tight. Skin stretched over bone. He tried...

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