Novella ghost story.

Unknown. Depressed. Invisible.

See. Wish.

 

My favorite lines:  “She framed his face in her hands, looking into him straight-on. What did it mean, the first time a thinking creature looked deeply into another’s eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years before this happened or was it the first thing they did, transcendingly, the thing that made them higher, made them modern, the gaze that demonstrates we are lonely in our souls?”

Book 35/40

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