The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fog in Oakhaven did not rise from the ground; it seemed to be exhaled by the stones themselves, a thick, gray breath that tasted of wet iron and old rot. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the village square, his collar turned up against the chill, his fingers drumming a frantic, arrhythmic beat against the leather cover of his notebook. He was forty-two, a tenure-track linguist at a...

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