The Distant Ghost
You wake up in the mud. It is cold, not the crisp cold of a Chicago winter, but a wet, sucking cold that seems to have weight. You are lying on your back. Your head hurts. A dull, thumping pain behind your left eye. You try to sit up, but your body feels heavy, like it is filled with lead. Or maybe it is just the mud. It is everywhere. Black, slimy, and thick. It is in your hair. It is in your...
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