The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

You wake in a room that is not a room. It is a box of gray light and humming wires. The air tastes of ozone and old dust. You are Margaret. You know this because the name is stitched into the fabric of your mind. It is a label. It is a cage. The glass is cracked. You look up. A spiderweb of fissures runs across the pane before you. It starts at the top left corner. It ends at your eye level....

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