The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had stopped. It stopped abruptly, leaving the air thick and heavy, tasting of wet stone and old iron. Thomas stood in the center of the drawing room, his hands trembling at his sides. He was an old man now. His knees ached with a dull, persistent fire that no whiskey could quench. The house was silent, save for the tick of the grandfather clock in the hall, a sound that seemed to...

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