The Distant Ghost
The rain in the Highlands did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, suspended curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a blur of wet slate and black thorn. Elias Thorne stood in the mud, his knees buckling under the weight of a body that had betrayed him for the last time, the acute, white-hot spike of a ruptured aorta tearing through his chest with every shallow...
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