The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind had teeth that night. It bit through the wool of Martha’s coat, a sharp, cold intrusion that matched the ache in her left hand. She stood in the center of the town square, the cobblestones slick with rain, and raised her palm. The townspeople of Oakhaven gathered in a semicircle, their faces pale and hard in the gloom. They held their lanterns low, not to see, but to hide their fear....

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