The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended judgment that turned the streets of New Orleans into rivers of black glass. Inside the crumbling Victorian on Royal Street, the house groaned. It was a sound like a creaking knee, deep in the timber, as if the structure itself were in pain. "Did you hear that?" Elara turned from the window. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with a...

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