The Distant Ghost
The chandelier in the St. Jude’s Orphanage dining hall swung with a slow, pendulous rhythm, casting long, trembling shadows across the polished mahogany tables. It was December, 1912, and the air inside the hall was thick with the scent of roasted goose, spiced wine, and the damp wool of forty staff members who had gathered for the annual winter banquet. Arthur Vane sat near the back, his...
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