The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The damp in the plaster was a physical fact, not a mood, and it ate the walls of the comms relay hut from the inside out. Brendan Gallagher sat in the chair, his left hand resting on the console, fingers curled like dead twigs. The numbness had started three weeks ago, a creeping frost that moved from the tips to the wrist, and now it had crossed the elbow. He wanted to finish the final relay...

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