The Distant Ghost
"You see it, do you?" Silence. The wind. A low moan of air through the skeletal branches. I do not see it. I see the ash. I see the cold. I see the lie. We walked on. The path was white. Not snow. Ash. It covered the hills like a burial shroud. It covered the stones. It covered the dead birds in the ditch. The air tasted of metal. Of rust. Of old blood. My name is Elias. I am a man who looks...
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