The Distant Ghost
The words on the screen do not blink, they stare, a cold, unblinking gaze that pins you to the chair of your own making, and you feel the cursor pulsing in the center of the white void like a heart that has forgotten how to beat but refuses to stop, a mechanical throb that echoes the frantic, bird-like flutter in your chest where the fear is gathering, dense and heavy as wet wool, and you know,...
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