The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The chisel had slipped three times, leaving shallow gouges in the granite face of the monument, and Elias Thorne counted the shavings that curled onto the dusty ground, each one a sliver of time he was wasting. He was forty-five, his knees aching with a dull, persistent throb that the cold morning air seemed to sharpen into a needle, and he knew he had perhaps two hours before the inspection...

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