The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The frost had turned the heather to gray glass. It cracked under your boots with a sound like breaking teeth. You did not look down. You looked only at the horizon, where the mist clung to the earth like a wet shroud. "Are you certain?" he asked. His voice was thin, stripped of all warmth. "Certainty is a luxury for those who stay," you said. You adjusted the strap of the pack on your shoulder....

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