The Phantom | Ian Fletcher

My past is a gray phantom that haunts me wherever I go hoarding all of my memories and the people I used to know a specter who countenances no resurrections at my bidding from his dark abysmal vaults. He feeds on my experiences thus gaining strength as I age weighing on the here and now …

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