The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The soup was cold. It sat in the ceramic bowl, a grey, opaque slab of gelatin. Elias stared at it. The surface did not tremble. He lifted the spoon. It sank with a dull, wet thud. He was a soldier. Not of an army, but of the firm. A guard at the gate. His suit was pressed, his tie knotted with surgical precision. He stood in the dining hall of the Meridian Group. The room was vast, paneled in...

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