The Distant Ghost
The iron gate shrieked as I forced it open, the sound slicing through the humid air of the valley like a warning. I was out of breath, my lungs burning with the effort of the climb, but I did not stop. I could not stop. The house stood before me, a monolith of grey stone that had resisted the erosion of time and the encroachment of the forest. It was not a ruin. It was not a shadow. It was...
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