The Distant Ghost
Your hand is steady as you turn the brass key in the lock of Silas’s desk, the metal cold against your palm, a temperature that seems to seep into the bone of your wrist and stay there, humming with a low, persistent frequency that matches the ache in your lower back. It is late October, 2024, and the light coming through the library windows is thin and gray, the kind of illumination that makes...
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