The Distant Ghost
The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and stale beer. It was a grand affair, the kind that made the air thick with sweat and perfume. Elias stood near the window, his hand resting on the cold glass. He watched the rain streak down the pane. Inside, the music played. It was a waltz, or perhaps a jig. It did not matter. He felt only the vibration in his chest. A dull, rhythmic thumping. Like a...
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