Notes
a mix for a swish of black cashmere and cigarette smoke, francis abernathy.
"For a moment, as his arm touched mine, he was a creature of flesh and blood, but the next he was a hallucination again, a figment of the imagination stalking down the hallway as heedless of me as ghosts, in their shadowy rounds, are said to be heedless of the living."
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