The Distant Ghost
The iron gates of St. Jude’s Academy for the Gifted groan open, a sound like a dying beast, as you step onto the gravel path that cuts through the manicured symmetry of the grounds, the air thick with the scent of crushed pine needles and the metallic tang of impending rain, a scent that has defined your childhood in this institution of rigid order and whispered secrets. You are walking toward...
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