The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The tower breathes. It is a slow, wet exhalation. Dust motes swirl in the shaft of grey light. You stand in the center of the room. Your back is against the stone. It is cold. It seeps into your spine. You are a ghost here. Or perhaps the tower is. It has been wearing you down for years. Like sand on a cliff face. You remember the smell of the air. It tastes of iron. And old paper. And rot. The...

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