The Distant Ghost

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2026-08-18 00:41:56 -

The Distant Ghost

The hall is stone. It is old. It smells of damp wool and old paper. You are there. You are the Reader. You are the Scholar. You sit at the long oak table. Your hands are steady. They are always steady. That is your gift. That is your curse. Across the table sits Julian. He is your mirror. He is your shadow made flesh. He wears the same tweed. He has the same ink-stained fingers. He looks at you...

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