The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The frost had crept up the stone walls of the old manor house until it resembled a lacework of white veins, pulsing faintly with a cold that had nothing to do with the winter air outside but everything to do with the marrow of my bones, and I stood in the center of the great hall, my hands trembling not from the chill but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of the silence that had settled over...

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