The Distant Ghost
The road was white. Snow lay thick on the heath. It muffled the world. Silence held its breath. Thomas Ashworth walked alone. His boots sank deep. The mud beneath the ice was cold. He carried a lantern. It swung low. A single flame burned. It was orange. It was small. It fought the dark. Thomas was a knight. He wore no armor. He wore wool. It was grey. It was rough. It smelled of smoke. He held...
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