The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind cut. It was a sharp, technical slice. It moved through the pine needles like a scalpel. I felt it on my face. I felt it in my teeth. We had been walking for six days. The map was a lie. The compass was a liar. The landscape was a void. Gray. Endless. Cold. I held my left hand up. I looked at it. The skin was tight. The knuckles were swollen. The nails were black. This was the body....

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