The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate smelled of roasted pheasant and old money, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to settle in your lungs and refuse to leave. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, a boy of twelve who felt the weight of the room pressing against your ribs. The chandeliers above cast a fractured light, turning the crystal glasses into a constellation of sharp, cold...

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