The Wistful Show
The rain slicked the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane, turning the world into a smear of grey and black. You stand at the gate of the manor, your breath hitching in the cold November air. Your name is Elias Thorne. You are forty-two, and you are a constable. You want to arrest the Ghost of Blackwood. The opposing force is a phantom who steals the dead’s coats. It is not a myth. It is a fact. The...
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