The Distant Ghost
The rain did not fall so much as it was expelled from the sky, a relentless, gray static that blurred the boundary between the cobblestones of the old university campus and the void beyond. Dr. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the courtyard, his trench coat soaked through, his fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the vibration of the air itself. He was a man of logic, a historian of...
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