The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The train stopped. Steam hissed. Cold air. Silas stepped off. Boots on gravel. Click. He adjusted his hat. Brass button. Cold metal. He held the object. A pocket watch. Stopped. 1890. He was a detective. Or so he thought. He walked into Millhaven. Gray sky. Smoke from chimneys. The town smelled of coal and rot. People looked at him. Eyes wide. Fear. Or recognition? Silas ignored them. He went...

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