The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron gate of the foundry was closed. Elias stood before it, small and still, in the grey rain of the industrial valley. He held his left hand out. It was not a hand. It was a claw of polished steel, cold and gleaming, catching the dull light of the sky. He had chosen it. He had paid for it. The price was the blood of his mother, drained by the slow, mechanical pumps of the Institution. They...

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