The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell on the roof of the Armory in heavy, grey sheets. It drummed a dull, rhythmic beat against the slate. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old dust. Thomas stood by the window. He did not look out. He looked at the floor. The floor was oak. It was worn. The planks were dark in the center, light at the edges. A path had been worn into the wood by ten thousand...

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