The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The frost on the glass was thick as a cataract. I scraped it away with the edge of my chisel. The iron bit into the ice. It sang a high, thin note. A sound like a hair snapping. I was in the library. The radiator clanked. It was a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat. I was cataloging the final batch of the Harrow collection. My hands were cold. The ink on the page was black. It was dry. It was...

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