The Distant Ghost
The dream was always the same: Sarah standing in a fog so thick it had weight, her face hidden behind a veil of grey wool, the air around her freezing the moisture in Elias’s lungs. He woke with the chill still clinging to his skin, the sheets damp with a cold that had no source in the room. At forty-two, Elias Thorne was a junior clerk in the Ministry of Reclamation, a man whose life was...
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