The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind in the Black Ridge did not howl. It whispered. It whispered with a voice that sounded like dry leaves skittering across pavement, a sound so familiar to Elias Thorne that it had become indistinguishable from his own thoughts. He stood at the edge of the trail, his coat buttoned to the chin, watching the fog roll down from the peaks. It was a thick, gray soup, erasing the world beyond a...

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