The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The feast was loud. It was too loud. The plates clattered. The wine spilled. I watched it drip on the stone. It looked like blood. Then it looked like wine. I did not care. I only cared about the boundary. The thin line in the air. It hummed. It vibrated. It was the only real thing in the room. My name is Elara. I am the keeper. Or so they say. I am not a keeper. I am a prisoner. The walls are...

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