The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The marrow in my left femur, that dense and white architecture which has held the weight of my being for forty years, is currently dissolving into a fine, chalky dust, a slow and silent erosion that feels less like a biological process and more like a deliberate, bureaucratic erasure by an authority I cannot see, yet whose presence presses against the back of my skull with the suffocating...

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