The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fire started in the boiler room at dawn. It was a small fire. A spark from a pipe. A dry rag. It ate the foundation of the old textile mill in Harrowgate before the whistle blew. The smell was acrid. It smelled of wet wool and burnt oil. It smelled of the end. Thomas Ashworth stood on the second floor. He held his ledger in his hands. The paper was damp with sweat. His fingers were white....

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