The Distant Ghost
The departure was not marked by a grand ceremony or the tearing of ribbons, but by the slow, agonizing creak of the heavy oak door as it swung shut against the damp chill of the corridor, sealing Edward Ashworth into the narrow, windowless room that served as his office, a space that smelled of old paper, cold coffee, and the metallic tang of impending judgment. He stood before the mirror, a...
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