The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The dream was not of death, but of weight. You stood in a room that had no name, holding a sphere of black iron so heavy it seemed to pull your spine into the floor. The air tasted of ozone and old copper. You knew, with the absolute certainty of the sleeping mind, that this object was the only thing keeping the world from unraveling. You were the keeper. You were the anchor. When you woke, the...

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