The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the gaslight of the streetlamps. I stood at the edge of the terrace, my coat heavy with damp, watching the fog roll off the river toward the city center. It was a cold that settled in the bones, the kind that made the joints ache and the mind...

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