The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind screamed. It tore at the hem of my coat. I held the door. The latch rattled. It was a sound of dying. Or maybe waking. I did not know which. The cold bit into my fingers. My knuckles were white. The wood groaned. It was old wood. It had seen too much. I pushed it open. The light inside was yellow. Sickly. Like the eye of a cat. I stepped over the threshold. The floorboards sighed under...

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