The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The light in the precinct bathroom is the color of old bandages, and you count the seconds between the flicker of the fluorescent tube and the hum of the ventilation fan, which is a steady six, seven, eight, a rhythm that has governed your last three years of sleepless nights. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a constable in New Carthage, and your hands are shaking so badly that you cannot get...

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