The Distant Ghost
The wind did not merely blow across the high moorland; it assaulted it, a relentless, invisible legion that stripped the color from the heather and drove the sleet into the hollows of Elara’s bones. She moved with the grim, mechanical precision of a woman who had long since ceased to believe in the mercy of the weather, her footsteps crunching against the frozen crust of the earth that lay...
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