The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink on the ledger page was still wet, a glossy black smear that seemed to swallow the light in the counting room. Elias Thorne sat alone, the heavy oak table groaning under the weight of his own reputation. He was a man of modest stature, but his hands were large, stained permanently with the residue of the trade he had built from nothing. For twenty years, he had been the Master of the...

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