The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey, relentless sheet that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into slick mirrors reflecting the soot-stained brick of the houses. In the basement of the old clock shop, Arthur Penhaligon sat on a stool, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the object resting in his lap. It was a simple thing, a brass pocket watch with a...

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