The Distant Ghost
The rain fell in sheets, cold and heavy, turning the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane into slick mirrors. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the mist, his coat damp, his breath visible in the grey air. He was a man of few words, a detective by trade, though the badge on his desk had long since gathered dust. The case was not of this world, or rather, it was of this world, but distorted. The town...
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