The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell like a judgment. Marcus stood on the edge of the cliff. The wind tore at his coat. He was wet. He was cold. He was fifty years old. He felt old. Beside him stood Elias. Elias was young. Elias was dry. Elias held a lantern. The light was steady. The light was white. The light was endless. “Do you remember?” Elias asked. Marcus shook his head. His neck cracked. The sound was loud....

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