The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The dream was always the same. It was a city made of rust and rain. The streets were slick with black oil. The sky was the color of a bruise. Elias Thorne stood in the center of a wide square. He held a ledger in his hands. The pages were blank. But they were not empty. They were heavy. They weighed more than his rifle. More than his conscience. More than the years he had spent serving the men...

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