The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The road did not end. It simply became less solid. Arthur walked. His boots, worn thin at the heel, made no sound on the gravel. The air smelled of wet iron and old paper. He carried a satchel. Inside was a single photograph of his sister, Clara. Her face was blurred, not by age, but by a strange, vibrating static. He could not remember her name for long. It slipped away like water through...

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