The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the mill, a relentless, hollow sound that filled the silence between the grinding stones. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and stale flour. Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of the stone. He did not grind. He watched the dust settle on the floorboards. The flour was the only currency that mattered...

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