The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind tore at the hem of her coat. Mara pulled the jar tighter against her chest. It was heavy. Cold glass. Thick syrup. Inside, the honey had turned black. She knew it was spoiled. The label was peeling off. She had walked for three days. Her boots were soaked. The mud sucked at her heels. Every step cost her. She was tired. So tired. The road was gone. Just snow. And ice. And the white...

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