The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron bridge groaned under the weight of the locomotive, a metallic scream that tore through the grey fog of the Yorkshire moors. Silas Vance clung to the edge of the open car, his knuckles white, his breath coming in sharp, jagged gasps. He was not a man built for such violence, nor for the dark, soot-stained world he had dragged himself into. He was a scholar, once, a keeper of quiet...

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