The Distant Ghost
You feel the vibration of the rifle stock against your shoulder, a hum that travels up through the bone and settles in the base of your skull, a frequency that matches the beating of your heart so perfectly that you can no longer tell where the weapon ends and your body begins. The air is thick with the smell of wet earth and the metallic tang of ozone, a prelude to the storm that has been...
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