The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the high walls of the manor house, blurring the boundary between the stone and the sky. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands resting on the cold glass, watching the garden below where the ivy had grown so thick it looked less like vegetation and more like a living, breathing skin covering the earth. He was...

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