The Distant Ghost
The sky breaks. Not tears. Shatters. Glass rain. Cold. You look up. You do not blink. You cannot. Eleanor is gone. Not dead. Gone. Absorbed. The air tastes of copper and ozone. The ground shakes. The city below blurs. You are high. Too high. Above the clouds. Above the noise. Above her. You fall. But you do not hit the ground. You hit the water. Black water. Still. Endless. You gasp. Air. Where...
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