The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a cold, grey curtain of water that stripped the stone streets of the old city of their dignity and left them slick, treacherous, and weeping beneath the boots of the watchers. Elias Thorne stood at the precipice of the river bank, his hand pressed against the wet masonry, feeling the vibration of the city’s deep, grinding machinery humming through...

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