The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

It was the taste of ash. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the cold. Not the weight of the iron collar around my neck. But the ash. It coated my tongue. It settled in the back of my throat. It tasted like burnt sugar. Like the end of a fire. I was in the cellar. The air was thick. It smelled of damp stone. It smelled of old meat. It smelled of fear. I could not move. My legs were locked....

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