The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The soup was thick, red, and tasting of iron, a consistency that defied the simple geometry of the bowl in which it sat. Elias Thorne, a man whose uniform had long since faded from the crisp navy of his youth to a dull, washed-out gray, stared into the surface of the liquid as if it were a mirror reflecting a life he had not lived. The room was a sterile white, the kind of aggressive brightness...

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