The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink was still wet when I woke, a slick, viscous trail running down the inside of my left arm like a vein of black oil. I wiped it away with a rag that smelled of mildew and old coffee, but the stain remained, a dark smudge against the pale skin that seemed to pulse in time with my own heartbeat. Outside, the wind howled through the skeletal branches of the pines that bordered the border...

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