Blind Ghost

Dark stuff rolled down my sides, hazy figures stood over me. “He’s losing too much blood! Get a medic down here!” Though my eyes were giving up on me, my hearing was as sharp as a pin. But one can’t complain. Death does strange things to you.
But, I am not dead yet? You ask. They called me the blind ghost for centuries to come.
@its_____devil

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