The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The air in the cellar of the old manor house did not smell of damp earth or rotting wood, but of something far more cloying and ancient, a heavy sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like dried blood on a tongue. Elias Thorne sat on the cold stone floor, his knees drawn up to his chest, and watched the jar before him. It was a simple vessel, thick glass, green with age, and inside it...

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