The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mist did not merely sit upon the valley; it breathed, a slow, tidal thing that swallowed the pines and exhaled the scent of wet stone and rotting leaves. I walked with my hands buried deep in the pockets of my wool coat, feeling the cold seep through the fabric like a slow poison, numbing the fingers I had spent years trying to keep steady for the work. The path was not a road but a...

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