The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The hall of the Whitmore Estate did not smell of decay, as one might expect of a house abandoned for three centuries, but of beeswax and the dry, papery scent of ancient oak. It was a place where time had not so much stopped as been preserved in amber, suspended in a golden, unyielding light that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. I stood in the center of the great hall, my...

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