The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The frost bites. You do not flinch. The air is thin, sharp as a blade. You hold the line. The ice groans beneath your boots. It cracks. A sound like a bone snapping. You are cold. You are always cold. The wind howls. It has no mercy. It wants you to break. It wants you to freeze. Look down. At your hands. They are wrapped in wool. Thick, heavy wool. The sleeves of your coat hang low. They are...

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