The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The snow fell in thick, silent sheets, erasing the tracks Elias had made in the last hour. He stood alone in the pass, the wind biting through his threadbare coat, clutching a heavy iron key in his left hand. The metal was cold, colder than the air, and it bit into his palm with a dull, persistent ache. He was thirty-four years old, and for the first time in his life, he was not running from...

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