The Distant Ghost
The hall smelled of wet wool and old grease. Rain lashed the high windows. Glass rattled. Tom stood by the door. He held a dented tin cup. "Another pint?" He shook his head. "Beer," he said. "Or silence." The room was full. Men sat at long tables. They were big men. Red-faced. Loud. They laughed at a joke no one heard. Tom looked for a face. A familiar face. He saw only strangers. "Where is...
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