The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The roof gave way. Not with a crash, but with a sigh. Dust fell like gray snow. You watched it settle. Your brother stood by the hearth. His face was pale. His hands shook. He held a knife. The blade was dull. It was old. It was yours. "Stop," you said. Your voice was thin. It cracked in the cold air. The house groaned. Beams shifted. The wind howled outside. It sounded like a beast. It sounded...

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