The Distant Ghost
I first noticed the cold spots before I noticed the woman. It started in the old study on the third floor of Blackwood Hall—a chill that had nothing to do with the drafty windows or the failing heating system the landlord refused to fix. The cold would arrive without warning, seeping up from the floorboards like groundwater, and when I breathed too loudly in those sudden pockets of frost, my...
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