The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The air tasted of iron and old paper. Elara stood at the threshold. Her hands trembled. Not from fear. From cold. The corridor was long. It stretched into a dark mouth. "Are you ready, child?" The voice came from the shadows. It was soft. It was dry. Elara did not look back. She could not. To look back was to break. To look back was to fail. "Yes," she whispered. She stepped forward. One step....

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