The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The dream was always of the gear. It was a massive, rusted iron wheel, spinning slowly in a void of grey fog, its teeth gnashing against nothing but the air. In the dream, I was holding the handle. My hands were calloused, the skin cracked and bleeding, but I did not let go. The weight was immense, a gravitational pull that anchored me to the axis of the machine. I woke with the taste of copper...

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