The Distant Ghost
The train hissed through the valley, a long iron snake uncoiling into the grey mist that hung heavy over the estate. Elias stood by the window, his small hand pressed against the cold glass, watching the trees blur into streaks of brown and black. He was ten years old, old enough to know that some doors, once opened, could not be closed, but young enough to believe that if he looked hard...
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