The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, tearing sound as I pulled the wool scarf tighter around my neck, the frayed ends digging into my collar like burrs. It was Silas’s scarf, thick and heavy, now matted with three years of sweat, rain, and the rust-colored stain of his final moments, and I clutched it so hard my knuckles turned white against the damp wool. I stood alone in the rain-slicked...

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