The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain tasted of iron. It slicked the cobblestones of the bridge, turning the world into a smear of grey and black. I checked my sidearm. The hammer clicked. A dry, metallic sound. It was the only sound that mattered. "You're late, Elias," the voice said from the shadows. I turned. Thomas Bradshaw stood there. He held a lantern. The flame shook in the wind, casting long, jagged shadows...

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