The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The bell rang. It rang for the dead. Elian struck the glass. It did not shatter. He struck again. The glass held. It was thick. Cold. It tasted of iron. "Break it," said the voice. It was not a voice. It was a wind. A thin, cold wind. It slithered under the door. It smelled of rot. Elian did not move. He was seven. He was small. He was afraid. But he was not a child. Not anymore. The city of...

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