The Distant Ghost
The blood on the floor was still wet. It pooled in the cracks of the flagstones, dark and glossy. Elias wiped his hands on his trousers. The cloth tore. He did not care. The cellar door slammed shut above him. The lock clicked. A heavy sound. Final. "You did it," Elias said. His voice was thin. "You finally did it." A cough echoed from the shadows. Then footsteps. Slow. Dragging. Thomas emerged...
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