The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The document lay on the snow, white as a fresh grave. It was a ledger, bound in cracked leather, the spine snapped from the cold. Elias knelt, his knees sinking into the slush, and picked it up. The paper inside was saturated, the ink bleeding into brown smears. He shook it, but the water only dripped faster, soaking through his glove. Twelve years of service. Twelve years of ink and silence...

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