The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The frost on the glass was thick as a veil. "Cut it," said Elias. His voice was low, a rasp of gravel. He did not look up from the table. His hands were steady. They were always steady. Arthur held the chisel. The steel was cold. It bit into his palm. "You’re sure?" "Sure." They were in the back room of the shop. The air smelled of pine resin and old sweat. Outside, the wind howled against the...

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