The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The storm had been building for three days, a bruised and swollen thing hanging low over the coast, pressing its wet weight against the windows of the lighthouse until the glass hummed with a low, tectonic vibration that Maren could feel in the marrow of her bones. She sat in the narrow, circular room at the top of the tower, her hands wrapped tightly around a mug of cold tea, staring out at...

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