The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mist sat heavy on the valley floor, a thick, white blanket that swallowed the world below the ridge. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my boots sinking into the damp earth. Beside me, the air smelled of wet stone and ancient rot. It was the night of the Harvesting, the one night each year when the boundary between the living and the waiting grew thin as spider silk. We were young, we...

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