The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it was spat out by the grey belly of the sky, a cold, oily spray that slicked the cobblestones of the lane leading into the Blackwood. Elias Thorne walked with a heavy, rhythmic cadence, his boots striking the wet stone with a sound like a slow, dying heartbeat. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders, though his uniform was ill-fitting now, the fabric worn...

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