The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink bled into the parchment, a dark, viscous stain that refused to dry. I held the quill with a grip that had long since lost its tremor, my fingers numb not from the cold of the drafting room but from the sheer, crushing weight of what the words demanded. Outside, the fog rolled against the iron lattice of the window, a thick, gray soup that swallowed the gas lamps of Whitehall whole....

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