The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had not stopped in three days, turning the gravel path into a slurry of gray mud that sucked at the heels of their boots with a rhythmic, cloying patience. Margaret stood at the edge of the clearing, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts that misted in the cold air, while the heavy oak staff she carried rested against her shoulder, its surface worn smooth by the friction of years...

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