The Distant Ghost
"Look at me," you say. Your voice is a jagged stone in the silence. "Look at me and tell me who I am." The air in the alley smells of wet ash and rust. It is night. The city above is a grid of neon and shadow. You stand in the dark. Your friend, Thomas, stands before you. He is tall. He is thin. He wears a coat that is too big. It swallows him. "Who are you?" he asks again. He does not blink....
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