The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain falls like a hammer on the slate. It does not ask permission. It does not wait for the sun. You are bleeding. The blood mixes with the mud on the cobblestones. It is red. It is warm. It is yours. You hold the branch. It is dry. It is green. It is alive. You are not. The crowd screams. The voices are high. They are sharp. They cut the air. You do not hear them. You hear the wind in the...

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