The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mirror was already cracked before I woke. Not a hairline fracture. A shatter. A spiderweb of white scars spreading from the center, where my face should have been. I sat up. The room was dark. The city hummed outside, a low, electric thrum that vibrated in my teeth. I was twelve. I had always been twelve, or so it felt. Time in this house did not flow. It pooled. It stagnated. My father was...

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