The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain lashed the windows of the Grand Hotel like a thousand angry fists. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale gin and expensive perfume. People danced. They laughed. They were alive, or at least they performed the act of living with a fervor that bordered on madness. Elias stood in the corner. He held a glass of whiskey he had not touched. His eyes were fixed on the door. He was...

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