The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind in the highlands did not howl; it sighed. It was a long, low exhalation that seemed to come from the earth itself, carrying the scent of wet heather and old stone. Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who had forgotten how to be light. He was not young, nor was he old, but somewhere in the gray middle where time stops measuring in days and starts measuring in...

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