The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind did not howl in the valley of the Kelders. It whispered. It scraped against the stone like a fingernail testing the rim of a glass. Thomas Ashworth stood in the center of the roundhouse, the heavy oak door barred against the dark. He was a man of few words, a clerk by trade in the town below, but here, in the old stone circle, he was only a man holding a lantern. The light was weak, a...

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