The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The cellar smelled of wet stone and the sharp, medicinal tang of dried foxglove, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a secret too heavy to speak. I sat on a stool carved from the root of an ancient yew, the wood cold and unyielding against my hips, while before me lay the manuscript that had consumed the last three winters of my life, its pages yellowed and brittle as the skin of...

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