The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron gate of the Old World did not close with a sound so much as it exhaled a final, shuddering breath of rusted wind that carried the scent of burnt oak and centuries of unspoken grief into the marrow of my bones. I stood at the threshold of the wilderness, that vast and breathing expanse of heath and moor that stretched out before me like a grey sea under a sky so low it seemed ready to...

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