The Distant Journey
The rain was a gray sheet. It fell hard. It beat on the glass. I watched it. I sat in the back. The car moved. The city blurred. I looked at my hand. It was still. It was pale. I closed my eyes. I remembered. It began with a look. A woman looked at me. She stood by the gate. Her eyes were cold. They cut me. She knew. She knew what I was. I was a ghost. I was a shadow. I walked away. I felt the...
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