The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain tapped against the windowpane like a fingernail seeking a loose nail in the wood. "You are forgetting your place, Thomas," said Julian. His voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of a falling tree. He stood by the hearth, where the fire had burned down to a bed of grey embers. The room was cold. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper. Thomas did not look up from the book in his...

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