The Distant Ghost
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and softened the sharpness of the steel doors you pushed through every morning. You stood in the center of the atrium of the Department of Corrections administrative building, the floor tiles cold against the soles of your boots, and you watched the reflection of your uniform in the darkened...
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