The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fog rolled in from the harbor like a living thing. It swallowed the masts of the steamships and erased the line between water and sky. I stood on the dock, my coat damp with the salt air, watching the mist thicken. It was a beautiful, terrible thing. A white erasure. I had come to see the new turbine. The Whitmore-Vane engine. A marvel of steel and steam. A promise of endless motion. I am a...

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