The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fog rolled in from the harbor. It swallowed the cobblestones. It swallowed the streetlamps. I stood at the gate. My hands trembled. Not from cold. From hunger. The city was a beast. It chewed. It spat. I was bone. "Let me in," I said. The guard looked up. His eyes were dead. He held his spear. The iron was wet. With rain. Or sweat. "Who goes there?" he asked. "Thomas," I said. "Thomas...

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