The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The bell in the tower cracked. It did not ring; it screamed, a high, thin shriek that cut through the fog like a knife through wet wool. Mara stood on the bridge. The stone was cold under her bare feet. She was not a ghost, not yet. She was flesh and bone, though the bone felt hollow, like a dried gourd. She was the Keeper of the Gate. The village below slept in a deep, troubled slumber. Smoke...

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