The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell in sheets against the glass, blurring the world into a smear of gray and black. Elias stood by the window. His hands were clenched. The wood of the frame was slick under his fingers. He did not move. He had not moved in hours. The house was silent, save for the ticking of the clock in the hall and the distant rumble of the factory whistles. He was a man who had crossed an ocean....

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