The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell in sheets of grey slate against the windowpane, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of mud and dying leaves. You stood in the center of the library, the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and the copper tang of old blood. In your hands, you held the vial. It was not a vial of poison, nor of medicine, but of memory. Or so you had been told. The glass was...

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