The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

"Arthur, you’re breathing through your mouth again." Silas’s voice cut through the fog like a knife through wet wool, sharp and demanding. I snapped my head up, my breath hitching in my chest as if the air itself had turned to stone. We were walking down the harbor road in Oakhaven, the year 1912, and the mist was so thick it erased the world beyond the length of our arms. It was a grey,...

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