The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The train left Harrowgate at 9:14. The platform was wet. Arthur Vance watched the tail lights fade into the mist. He held a leather folio against his chest. Inside, the manuscript waited. It was a complete draft. Twenty years of work. The air smelled of coal smoke and damp wool. He walked toward the station exit. His coat was thin. The wind cut through it. He was a scholar of comparative...

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