The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The whistle blew. Sharp. A cut in the air. Silas dropped the wrench. It clattered. Steel on concrete. He did not flinch. The factory floor was a beast. It breathed steam. It roared. It smelled of rust and burnt oil. Silas stood in the center of the chaos. His hands shook. Not from fear. From rage. Cold. White. Pure. He looked at the inspector. Mr. Thorne. Thorne stood by the doorway. He held a...

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