The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into black mirrors that reflected the soot-stained brickwork of the textile mills. Thomas Bradshaw stood on the corner of Elm and Fourth, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of his heavy wool coat, watching the water drip from the eaves in a relentless, rhythmic hiss. He was a man who...

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