The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mud is thick. It sucks at your boots with a wet, heavy sound. You are running. The air tastes of iron and ash. Behind you, the sound of the pursuit is not a footstep. It is a hum. A low, vibrating thrum that shakes the teeth in your skull. You do not look back. You know what follows. You have always known. Thomas is behind you. He is not running. He is walking. His stride is long,...

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