The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The tea was cold. Elias held the cup with both hands, the ceramic rim biting into his palms. It did not matter that it had gone stale hours ago. The ritual of holding it was the only thing that kept his hands from trembling. Across the long, mahogany table sat the Director. The man did not look up. He was signing a document. The scratch of the pen was the only sound in the room. It sounded like...

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