The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The brass key in your hand is cold, colder than the iron latch it was meant to open, and it feels less like metal and more like a bone pulled from a dry earth. You turn it, the mechanism grinding with the friction of rust and neglect, and the door to the parlor swings inward on a hinge that has not been oiled in years. The room is dark, save for the grey light of dawn filtering through the...

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