The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The champagne was cold. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the smell of the room, thick with hairspray and stale tobacco, but the chill of the liquid against my lips. I stood in the corner of the grand hall, a place that smelled of marble and old money. The air was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums. I am a soldier. I have worn the uniform for thirty years. But tonight I wore a suit. It...

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