The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink on this page is still wet, Clara, and my hands shake with a tremor that has nothing to do with the cold. I am writing from the sub-basement of the Veldt facility, a sealed concrete box buried deep beneath the granite peaks of the Carpathians, where the air is recycled and tastes of ozone and stale copper. I am thirty-four years old, a pharmacologist who spent the last decade isolating...

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