The Distant Ghost
The pick strikes the vein, and the sound is wrong, a dull thud against bone rather than stone. You feel the impact in your teeth, a vibration that travels up your arm and settles in the marrow, heavy and cold. The coal does not break. It sits there, a slab of black glass, and from its surface, a light begins to bleed, a soft, pulsing amber that has no business existing in the dark. You are...
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