The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, cold mist that clung to the eaves of the manor house like a ghost refusing to leave its bed, and Elias stood at the threshold, his small boots soaked through, watching the grey water pool around the foundation stones with the detached curiosity of a bird observing the tide. He was seven years old, though he felt the weight of centuries in his...

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