The Distant Ghost
Act I Takeshi Tanaka drove the chisel into the baseboard, the steel biting deep into the rot before the handle snapped in his hand, sending splinters of old ash wood flying across the workshop floor. He did not flinch. He picked up the broken piece, weighed it in his palm, and set it beside the pile of other failed tools, a growing monument to the house’s refusal to die. The air scrubber...
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