The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The snow falls in sheets, blinding and absolute, erasing the path you have walked for three days. You are Elias, forty-two, and your lungs burn with the cold air, a sharp, metallic pain that anchors you to the living world. You hear them. The dead speak in the wind, their voices a low, constant hum beneath the howling gale, telling you that you are not alone, that you have never been alone....

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