The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The coffee in your cup is cold. It has been cold for an hour. You do not drink it. You stare at the dark surface, seeing your own reflection warped by the curvature of the ceramic. You are Colonel Elias Thorne. You are fifty-two years old. Your uniform is pressed. Your medals are polished. You are alone in the office. The door is closed. The silence is heavy. It presses against your eardrums....

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