The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain hit the glass like gravel. I held the line. The line was the only thing I had left. Outside, the storm howled a low, guttural note. It sounded like hunger. Inside, the silence was heavier. It pressed against my eardrums. I was the Keeper. That is what they called me. Not a man. A function. A lock. A key. The institution was old. Older than the country. The stones wept. The water found...

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