The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The road to the High Pass was not a path but a scar, a long, jagged wound in the flesh of the mountains that bled dust and silence. I walked it with a pack on my back that felt less like luggage and more like a second skeleton, rigid and heavy. In the crook of my arm, wrapped in oiled cloth, sat the Jar. It was small, no larger than a child’s head, made of a clay so dark it seemed to drink the...

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