The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind smelled of iron and wet wool. Elias stood on the ridge, his boots sinking into the mud that clung to his heels like a living thing. He did not look back. To look back was to invite the weight of the valley, and the valley was heavy with the eyes of the Church. He was a man of few words, but his hands spoke a different language. They moved with a grace that frightened the priests. They...

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