The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The key was heavy in Elias’s hand, a rusted iron thing that felt less like a tool and more like a shackle, its teeth worn smooth by two decades of turning in the lock of Blackwood Manor. He stood on the porch, the rain slicking the stone steps beneath his boots, watching the mist roll off the valley in thick, grey bands that swallowed the lower fields where the new factory would rise. He had...

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