The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain hit the wet asphalt with a sound like tearing paper, a relentless, static hiss that drowned out the city. I had my back against the cold brick of the alley, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps. My hands were shaking, not from the cold, but from the adrenaline that was still flooding my veins, hot and bitter. Across the narrow gap, three men stood over him. They were not police....

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