The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain hammered against the high, barred windows of the east wing, a rhythmic drumming that sounded suspiciously like fingers tapping on glass. I stood in the center of the corridor, my flashlight beam cutting through the damp air, illuminating the long row of mirrors that lined the walls. They were not empty. In the silvered depths, I saw her. Clara. My sister. She was standing there, pale...

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