The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The watch was heavy in my palm, a thing of cold steel and worn leather that had seen more winters than I had, its face cracked down the center like a frozen lake, and I knew, with the dull certainty of a man who has walked too long in the snow, that it was the only true thing left in this hollow world, where the air tasted of ozone and old blood, and the shadows moved with a purpose that defied...

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