The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

I dreamed again of the hem, how it had curled inward like a dried leaf, fraying at the edges until the fabric dissolved into a fine, grey mist that tasted of copper and old rain on the tongue. It was a dream without sound, a silent unfolding of a garment that had once held the shape of a body, now reduced to a memory of texture and weight, a ghost of wool that clung to my shoulders even as I...

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