The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the Hall of Records, dampening the silence until it felt heavy, almost liquid. Elias Thorne stood before the high desk, his hands resting on the cold oak, feeling the grain beneath his fingertips as if it were the skin of a sleeping animal. He was a man of few words, a creature of habit and...

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