The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mist clung to the fen like a shroud. Elara stood alone. The water was black. It breathed. She held the jar. It was glass. Thick glass. Cold to the touch. Inside, a single wren. It was still. Its feathers were matted. One wing was broken. The bone jutted out. A splinter of white. She had found it at dawn. It lay in the reeds. Dead. Or dying. It did not matter. The body was a vessel. A shell....

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