The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

I woke to the sound of rain tapping against the iron panes of the cellar window. It was a rhythmic, hollow sound. The air in the basement was thick and cold. It smelled of wet stone and old rust. I sat up on the straw pallet. My body ached. Every joint screamed. I was an old man. Or perhaps I was a ghost. The light from the streetlamp above the street filter down through the grime. It turned...

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