The Distant Ghost
The gravel crunched under Elias Thorne’s boots, a harsh, rhythmic sound that seemed too loud for the chaos erupting around him. He stood in the center of the town square, the heart of Millhaven, clutching a single sheet of paper against his chest as if it were a shield against the encroaching dark. Around him, the crowd was a churning mass of anger and fear, their faces twisted into masks of...
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