The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fog did not merely sit upon the lake; it inhabited the water, a thick, gray breath that rose and settled, erasing the boundary between the earth and the sky. I stood on the edge of the pier, my boots sinking slightly into the wet, rotting planks, feeling the cold seep up through the soles. It was a sensation I had come to expect, a physical manifestation of the doubt that had plagued me for...

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