The Distant Ghost
The wind cut through the coat. It was a sharp, industrial sound. Steel against steel. The man walked. He did not look back. The road was gray. The sky was lower. He was a soldier. Not anymore. Just a man. His name was Elias Thorne. He walked into the nothing. The forest was dense. The trees were tall. They blocked the light. He knew the terrain. He had mapped it. Every tree. Every rock. Every...
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