The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron gate had not opened in thirty years. It stood at the end of a long, gravel drive that cut through a forest of oak and pine, now towering and gnarled, their branches interlocking like the ribs of a dead beast. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the driver’s seat of a rusted sedan, his hands resting on the steering wheel, though the engine was cold. He did not need to drive. He was here to stay, or...

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