The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fire began not with a spark, but with a scream. It tore through the night of the village of Oakhaven, a sound so raw it seemed to rip the fabric of the dark. The houses, built of stone and timber that had known a thousand winters, did not burn. They shook. The ground beneath the feet of the villagers trembled, a low, grinding vibration that tasted of copper and old blood. Eleanor Fairchild...

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