The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The dream was always the same, a loop of rusted iron and wet wool that Elias Thorne had endured for two decades. In the dark of the freight car, he woke with his throat constricted, the phantom weight of his father’s hand still crushing the air from his lungs, a visceral echo of the abuse that had driven him into this cold, sprawling exile. He stood on the platform of the rusted train as it...

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