The Phantom Gamblers of the Silver State

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…Elias Thorne watched the familiar, stark beauty of the landscape blur past his window, the endless scrub brush and distant, jagged mountains a stark contrast to the glittering artificiality he was leaving behind. His satchel, now lighter by a few ounces of recorded data and a wealth of scribbled notes, rested on the passenger seat. He had come to the Silver State seeking ghosts, and he had found them – not as fleeting apparitions or poltergeist-driven mischief, but as the lingering echoes of profoundly human experiences