The Distant Ghost

added blog Literature

2026-08-23 10:14:55 -

The Distant Ghost

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and stale wine, a cloying sweetness that Elias Thorne could not shake. He stood by the window, watching the fog roll off the Thames, his hands trembling as he held his glass. Inside his head, a low hum vibrated, a static that had grown louder since the diagnosis. It was the sound of forgetting, a physical pressure that built in the temples whenever he...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews