The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fire did not warm. It burned. It ate the dry thatch of the hut with a hungry, roaring mouth. Sparks flew like angry insects, stinging the skin of the man who stood in the center of the room. He was tall, gaunt, and dressed in robes of roughspun wool that had been white once, years ago. Now they were the color of old ash. His name was Elias. He held a bowl in his hands. It was made of clay,...

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