The Distant Ghost
The mud was thick. It sucked at your boots with a wet, heavy sound. You stopped. Your breath came in short, sharp bursts. The air tasted of iron and cold rain. You were not alone. "You left them," a voice said. It was low. Rough. It came from behind you. You did not turn. You could not. Your hands were full. They were shaking. You held the coat. It was heavy. Wool. Dark blue. It bled water onto...
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