The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and old iron, settling over the village of Oakhaven with a weight that pressed the breath out of the lungs. Margaret stood at the window of the kitchen, her fingers resting on the cold glass, watching the mist swallow the road where Edward had been seen last, his coat a dark smear against the...

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