The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain hammered the tin roof of the precinct. It was a cold, metallic sound. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at his desk. He did not look up. The water dripped from the eaves into the gutter below. It made a rhythmic tapping. Tap. Tap. Tap. It was the only clock that mattered in the town of Harrow’s Creek. Elias was a large man. His shoulders were broad. They had carried rifles and radios for...

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