The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The bone was cold. I held it. My hands. They shook. Not from the wind. The wind was still. The air in the Chamber of Echoes was stagnant. Heavy. It tasted of iron and old dust. I looked at the fragment. It was small. A sliver of metacarpal. Whiteness. Pure. It sat in my palm. It pulsed. Or did I imagine the pulse? My fingers tightened. The bone bit into my flesh. I did not pull away. Pain is...

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