The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The train cut through the fog like a blade through wet wool, spitting steam into the cold November air. I sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. Beside me sat Arthur. He did not look at me. He stared at the window, where his reflection was a ghostly smear against the dark. We had been traveling together for three days,...

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