The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind stripped the skin from the trees. Elias walked. The path was narrow. It cut through the moor. The grass was dead. It lay flat. It smelled of rot. He was old. His knees ached. The cold bit deep. It found the gaps in his coat. He ignored it. He had to move. He had to find it. He had come back. It had been forty years. The village was gone. There were only ruins. The stone walls stood...

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