The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, stained-glass windows of the St. Jude’s Correctional Facility for Juveniles, a rhythmic, drowning sound that seemed to seep into the very marrow of the stone walls. Inside the administrative wing, the air was stale, thick with the scent of wet wool, floor wax, and the metallic tang of old fear. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a...

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