The Distant Ghost

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2026-08-22 04:00:55 -

The Distant Ghost

The rain does not fall so much as it presses against the glass of the observation deck, a persistent, gray thumb blurring the city below into a smear of wet asphalt and sodium lights. You are standing in the center of the room, your hands clasped behind your back, the leather of your gloves creaking softly with the tension held within your fingers. The air smells of stale coffee, floor wax, and...

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