The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind cut through the wool of his coat. It was a sharp, industrial edge. The fog rolled in from the river. It swallowed the tracks. Thomas held his rifle tight. The wood was cold. His fingers were numb. He could not feel them. He walked. The boots hit the gravel. Crunch. Crunch. A rhythmic, dead sound. Captain Hale waited at the end of the line. He did not look up. He was cleaning his watch....

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