The Distant Ghost
The dream did not end so much as it dissolved into the sterile, humming white of the boardroom at St. Jude’s University, where the air was always too cold and smelled faintly of lavender sanitizer and old fear. Margaret Holloway stood before the panoramic glass that overlooked the manicured, gray expanse of the campus quad, her reflection hovering in the pane like a translucent ghost, a woman...
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