The Distant Ghost
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent and gray curtain that blurred the line between the cobblestones of the village and the churning earth of the moor beyond, and it was in this relentless dampness that Elias Thorne, a man whose career had been defined by the meticulous cataloging of other people’s secrets, finally packed his leather satchel and walked away from the only home...
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