The Distant Ghost
The fog that rolled off the estuary did not merely obscure the world; it swallowed it, erasing the hard lines of the industrial district until the sky and the mud were indistinguishable, a single, breathless expanse of grey. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the pier, his boots sinking into the silt, holding the coat in his arms as if it were a sleeping child. It was a heavy thing, woven from a...
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