The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

Maren stood at the edge of the mist. It tasted of iron and old rain. She was alone. The village was behind her. The village was a lie. She looked at the tree. It was a blackthorn. It stood in the clearing like a judge. Its branches were bare. They reached for a sky that had no stars. The air was still. Too still. Maren pulled her cloak tighter. The wool was wet. It weighed on her shoulders. She...

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