The Distant Ghost
The rain in the Ardennes did not fall so much as it invaded, a persistent, cold mist that seeped through the canvas walls of the field hospital and settled into the bones of everyone within, a dampness that seemed to carry the weight of the war itself. Elara Vance, thirty-two years old and hollowed out by months of unceasing duty, stood before the locked door of the commanding officer’s private...
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