The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had not stopped in three days, turning the muddy tracks of the northern road into a soup of grey clay that sucked at the iron wheels of the wagon. Silas Vane did not mind the discomfort. He minded only the silence, which was a heavy, living thing that pressed against his eardrums. He was a man of iron and wood, a builder of bridges who had spent forty years spanning gaps, yet he had...

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