The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The road was wet. Cold. It slicked the stone beneath Wren’s boots. He walked. His sister, Elara, walked beside him. Her hand was small in his. She did not speak. She never did. The mist clung to the valley. It tasted of iron. Of old blood. They were going up. Up to the peak. Up to the altar. The village lay below. Silent. Dead. The bells had not rung in three days. The priest, Father Malachi,...

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