Spectral Conversations
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My name is Phineus. I have recorded here, for your enlightenment, the converse between the fellow with whom I shared a modest lodging. He I roomed with was remarkable in two aspects:
First, he was dead. A wraith lacking a body. Second, he was seized - I have come to believe - by the thing with which all grapple in their expiring years.
Loneliness.
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