The Distant Ghost

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2026-08-19 22:55:45 -

The Distant Ghost

The soup is hot. It steams against the cold glass of the window. You stir it with a spoon that has a chip on the handle. The broth is thin, a pale amber, but it smells of thyme and old bones. You are in the mess hall. The tables are long, scarred wood. The chairs are metal. You sit alone. This is not a choice. It is a fact. Outside, the rain hammers the pavement. It is a gray, featureless day....

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