The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The coughing fit takes you by the throat, a rattle of wet gravel that shakes the very foundations of your bones, and you stumble off the path, gasping into the grey, weeping sky of the Scottish Highlands. It is November, and the air is thin and sharp, cutting through the wool of your coat like a blade, but the cold is not what makes you shiver. It is the memory of the warmth you left behind in...

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