The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron was hot. The blood was colder. I held the tongs with a grip that had turned my knuckles white and swollen. The forge roared, a beast of coal and steam, filling the air with the scent of ozone and wet ash. "Again," I said. My voice was a rasp. It had been that way for three days. Thomas stood in the shadows of the workshop. He did not look at the fire. He looked at me. His eyes were...

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