The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that soaked through the wool of Julian’s coat and settled deep in the bones. He stood on the edge of the moor, the gravel of the old track crunching under his boots as he shifted his weight. In his hand, he held the scarf. It was a thing of heavy, dark red cashmere, once vibrant, now faded to the color of dried blood. The...

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