The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell in sheets. It drummed against the tin roof of the station. Silas stood by the window. The glass was cold. His breath fogged the pane. He wiped it away. The world outside was gray. The town of Oakhaven slept. Or it pretended to. Silas was a man of few words. He wore his uniform with care. The brass buttons shone. They were his only light. He touched them. One, two, three. A ritual....

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