The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

You are standing in the middle of a storm that does not rain, but rather scatters, a fine, gray sleet of ash and memory across the cobblestones of a city that seems to have forgotten its own name. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, a smell that clings to the back of your throat like a forgotten word, and you are hunting, you are searching with the desperate, clawing...

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