The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The road was wet. It was always wet. We walked through the mist that clung to the heather like a shroud. I was the first. He was the last. The Watchers stood between us. "Keep your eyes down," I said. My voice was dry. It cracked in the cold air. "If you look at the sky, the sky will look back. And it will not be kind." Eleanor did not look up. Her boots were heavy. They sank into the mud with...

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