The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mud at the border crossing was not merely wet; it was a living thing, a sucking, black slurry that clung to Elias Thorne’s boots with the tenacity of a leech, pulling at his ankles as if the earth itself resented his passage. He stood there, shivering not from the biting wind that scoured the frozen tundra but from the cold, hard weight of the rolled parchment in his hand, a document that...

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