The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mud sucked at my boots with the persistence of a living thing, a wet, cold hand pulling me down into the earth as I dragged the heavy, rusted crate of ammunition through the frozen fields of the Scottish Highlands, where the mist hung low and thick like a burial shroud over the ruins of the old estate that my father had once commanded, and I felt the weight of the years pressing against my...

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