The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

You dream of bread. It is white. It is soft. It sits on a table made of oak. You reach for it. Your hand passes through the loaf. It is cold. It is heavy. You wake up. The room is dark. The rain hits the window. It is a medieval city. The stones are wet. The air smells of rot. You are a scholar. You have a name. It is Thomas. You are old. Your bones ache. You are in the tower. You are looking...

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