The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fog lay heavy over the valley of the River Ouse, a thick, gray wool that swallowed the iron bridges and the brick facades of the textile mills. Elias Thorne stood on the embankment, his boots sinking slightly into the damp earth. He was a man carved from the same stubborn wood as the old willows lining the bank, his face a map of deep lines etched by decades of chemical fumes and quiet...

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