The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain against the glass of the observatory dome was not a sound so much as a pressure, a rhythmic tapping that seemed to originate from inside my own skull. I sat at the console, the brass instruments cold under my fingertips, watching the needle of the seismograph twitch in a pattern that defied the tremors we had recorded in the Andes three days prior. It was a quiet Tuesday, or perhaps a...

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