The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The dream is always the same. You are standing in the grey water, holding your father’s hand, and the cold is not a temperature but a weight, pressing against your eardrums until they burst. You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth and the sound of the city breathing around you, a low, industrial hum that vibrates in the floorboards of your small flat. It is early. The fog has already...

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