The Distant Ghost

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2026-08-19 05:19:23 -

The Distant Ghost

The fog rolls in thick. It smells of wet wool and old iron. You sit in your shop. The wood shavings curl at your feet. You are alone. The door is locked. The air is still. You breathe. You stop. You are a joiner. You make chairs. You make tables. Your hands are rough. They smell of pine resin. You think of her. You think of the fire. It was a small thing. A spark. It became a wall. It ate the...

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