The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind through the corridor carried the scent of dust and old paper. It was a sharp, dry smell, like the breath of a dying animal. Margaret Holloway stood before the great oak door of the Archive. Her hands were trembling. She pressed her palms flat against the wood. The grain was rough. It bit into her skin. She was the Keeper. This was the title they gave her. A title of weight. A title of...

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