The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The white stag stood in the flooded shaft, its antlers dripping with black water, a vision that had consumed Elias Thorne’s sleep for three months. He woke in the narrow bed of their rented room, the air thick with the scent of coal dust and Martha’s medicinal tinctures, his body aching from the damp cold that seeped through the floorboards. He was forty years old, a man whose hands were...

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