The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, turning the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, treacherous mirror. You walked with your head down, shoulders hunched against the biting wind that swept off the harbor. It was a Tuesday, though the day of the week had ceased to matter weeks ago. What mattered was the ache in your left knee, a dull, throbbing pain that had grown so familiar...

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