The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fever took the walls first. They peeled. They curled. They smelled of wet chalk and old bone. Elias stood in the center of the hall. He held a silver key. The key was cold. It bit into his palm. He did not let go. The house breathed. It was a large house. Stone. Dark. It sat on a hill in the Yorkshire moors. The rain hit the glass. The wind screamed. The house did not care. The house...

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