The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The dream came to me not as a vision, but as a sound. It was the distinct, crystalline fracture of porcelain, echoing through a room that did not exist in the waking world. I woke in the damp chill of the guardhouse, the fog pressing against the windowpanes like a living thing, and I found that my hand was still clenched around the air, my fingers twitching in the shape of a shatter. I had been...

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