The Distant Ghost
The ink had dried into a crust on the page before you noticed the journal was gone, the heavy leather binding that had sat on your desk for twenty years now absent, leaving only a faint rectangular impression in the dust. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a man who spent his career drawing lines that did not exist, and now, in the hollowed-out quiet of your Appalachian home, you find that the...
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