The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the gravel drive of the Ashworth estate into a slurry of mud and silt. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of old iron. Elias sat in the high-backed leather chair by the fireplace, his hands resting on the arms, fingers white-knuckled. He was a man who had learned to...

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