The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wisteria climbed the porch. It bloomed in thick, purple clusters. The air was thick with scent. I stood at the gate. I held my rifle. I waited. My name is Elias Thorne. I was a soldier. I was a policeman. I was a man of law. I was no longer any of those things. I was a ghost. Or so they said. The house was white. It stood on a hill. The yard was green. The grass was high. It swayed in the...

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