The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The coat was red. Not the bright, arterial red of a poppy, but the deep, ox-blood red of dried clots. It hung on the hook by the door of the study, a silhouette against the gray November rain that lashed the windows of the university library. Elias Thorne stood before it. He did not touch it. He knew the weight of the wool. He knew the stiffness of the cuffs. He had worn it for twenty years....

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