The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The sky tore open at 4:00 AM. Marek saw the lightning. It was not white. It was a bruised, sickly violet. The house shuddered. The coffee cup on the table cracked. A thin line of porcelain ran down to the saucer. He did not move. He stared at the crack. It looked like a vein. The alarm was screaming. Not a siren. A mechanical shriek. The grid was failing. The walls hummed. A low, tectonic...

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