The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain against the stained glass of the library’s upper gallery sounded like the slow, persistent scratching of fingernails on a tombstone. Julian Thorne sat in the high-backed chair, his hands folded tightly around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. The steam had died an hour ago, leaving only a faint, bitter residue in the air, a ghost of warmth that no longer held the body. He was...

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