The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fog rolled in from the moor at dusk, a thick, grey curtain that erased the horizon and softened the edges of the world into a monochrome blur. Inside the stone house, the air was still and cold, carrying the faint, persistent scent of dried lavender and old paper. Arthur Penhaligon sat in his leather chair by the window, watching the mist consume the garden. He was a man of fifty, with the...

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