The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The cold did not bite. It chewed. It gnawed at the marrow of the world, turning the air into something solid, something that could be broken if you struck it hard enough. Silas stood at the edge of the frozen lake, his hands locked behind his back. The wood. It was heavy. It was alive. It pulsed against his spine, a second heartbeat that matched the frantic drumming of his own. He had carried...

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