The Distant Ghost
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the earth and the sky. Captain Elias Thorne walked with a limp that had deepened with every mile he had crossed the moors of the Scottish Highlands. His boots, once polished to a mirror sheen, were now caked in a thick, red mud that seemed to possess a life of its own, clinging to the leather...
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