The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The dream began with the weight of wool. It was not a nightmare. It was a sensation. Heavy, dense, and warm. It pressed against Elias Thorne’s chest like a second skin, a mantle of deep, undyed indigo. He woke with the fabric still imagined on his shoulders. His bedroom in the old Victorian house on the hill was cold. The November air had seeped through the windowpanes, turning the breath into...

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