The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The train to London King’s Cross smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco, a scent that seemed to cling to the upholstery of the second-class carriage like a persistent, unwelcome guest. I was seated by the window, watching the gray English countryside blur into a smear of mud and dormant hedgerows, while my hands, trembling slightly, clutched a leather-bound portfolio that contained the...

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