The Distant Ghost
The snow fell thick. It buried the road. It buried the names. Elias stood by the gate. He held his sword. The iron was cold. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. Or maybe relief. He didn't know anymore. "Go," said the man beside him. It was Silas. Silas, who had been his brother in arms for ten years. Silas, who knew how Elias breathed. Silas, who had bled with him at the river crossing....
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