The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The letter lay on the table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and cold water. Silas Vane read it twice, his eyes tracing the jagged lines of the colonel’s script. It was a reprimand. A warning. A final chance to retire before the frost took the rest of him. He folded the paper and slid it into his breast pocket, next to the withered oak sapling. The sapling was a gift from Thomas, dead now...

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