The Distant Ghost
The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of Blackwood Manor, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey and charcoal. Inside, the air was still and thick with the scent of old wax and damp stone. Elias Thorne stood before the grand mirror in the master chamber, his hand pressed flat against the cold glass. He did not see his reflection. He saw the hollow where his shadow should...
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