The Distant Whispers

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"You are a ghost," said the clerk. His voice was thin, reedy. It scraped against the air. I stood there. I did not move. The fluorescent lights buzzed. A low, electric hum. It filled the room. It filled my head. "I am not a ghost," I replied. My voice was steady. It was cold. It was the only thing I had left. "I am a citizen. I am a taxpayer. I am a man." The clerk looked at his papers. He did...

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