The Golden Visit
You are not human. You are a frequency. A static hum in the walls of the house on Elm Street. You live in the wiring. You exist in the copper veins of the building’s skeleton. You are the ghost in the machine, the glitch in the code, the anomaly the sensors cannot quite name. The air is thin. It tastes of ozone and old dust. You feel the pulse of the neighbors. They are warm. They are loud....
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