The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

You wake to the sound of rain. It taps against the glass. Softly. Rhythmically. You do not open your eyes. You know where you are. The room is stone. Cold. High ceilings. Vaulted arches. Dust motes dance in the thin light. You are not in a bed. You are on the floor. Straw. It smells of damp earth. And old iron. You stand. Your knees crack. Pain shoots up your legs. You ignore it. You walk to...

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