The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The clock had not only stopped but had shattered its very soul, the glass face a spiderweb of white fractures that bled a slow, viscous fog into the air of the study, a fog that tasted of copper and old dust, of the metallic tang of blood and the sweet rot of forgotten time, a mist that did not rise but sank, pooling in the corners of the room like spilled milk, obscuring the mahogany desk...

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