The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain does not fall here. It hangs. A fine, grey mist clings to the wool of your coat, soaking through to the bone. You are walking. You have been walking for what feels like days, though the sun has not risen or set. It is a perpetual twilight, a bruised purple sky pressing down on the cobblestones of a city that smells of ozone and wet iron. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne. Or you were....

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