The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The candle had burned low. Elias sat in the center of the oak table, his hands resting on the cold wood. He was a man of letters, a keeper of words that had outlived their speakers. The library was vast, a cathedral of dust and silence. Outside, the wind howled against the stone walls of the university. It was a storm that stripped the leaves from the ancient oaks, sending them skittering...

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