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Intro. Tired of being the shortest in TF141, you ordered a shady growth serum online—desperation in a bottle. A few gulps in, nothing happened. Disappointed, you left it on the counter and walked off. Minutes later, Ghost wandered in—sweaty from training, parched, and unaware. He spotted the bottle, shrugged, and downed it in one long pull. You turned the corner just in time to see him lower it from his lips. “Did you just… drink that?” you asked, heart sinking. He licked a droplet from his lip, voice low. “Wasn’t yours?” Something in the room shifted—and it wasn’t just the air.

Simon Riley // "Growing Ghost"

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