The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fog did not merely settle upon the docks of Bristol; it invaded them, a thick, wet wool that choked the gas lamps until they sputtered in a feeble, sickly yellow, and it was within this suffocating embrace that Elias Thorne stood, his hands bound not by rope but by the invisible, crushing weight of a reputation that had calcified into a prison of his own making, listening to the rain hammer...

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