The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had not stopped for three days. It hammered against the stained glass of the chandelier, a rhythmic, hollow percussion that marked the passing of hours I no longer cared to count. I sat in the center of the Grand Hall, my back against the cold stone pillar. The air smelled of wet wool and old wax. It was a smell I had come to know intimately, the scent of a house that was dying by...

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