The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ice cracked under my boots. It sang a high, thin note. A fracture. We walked on a sheet of white that stretched to the horizon. No sun. No stars. Just the gray. My name is Elias. I was a captain once. Now I am a ghost in a coat of frozen air. "Keep moving," said Thomas. His voice was rough. Like gravel in a tin. He walked ahead. His shadow was long. Darker than the dark around us. I...

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