The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the slate roof of the guardhouse. Silas watched the water run down the glass. It formed rivulets. It traced the cracks in the pane. The fog outside was thick. It swallowed the road. It ate the horizon. The world was gray. The world was cold. Silas sat in the high chair. His back was straight. His hands rested on the arms. He wore the old uniform. The buttons...

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