The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The storm broke the roof at three in the morning, and by the time the rain had stopped, the stillhouse was a ruin of splintered oak and shattered glass, the copper hearts of my distillation apparatus twisted into useless scrap metal that smelled of burnt sugar and wet ash. I stood in the yard with the water running off my boots, looking at the blackened skeleton of the building where I had...

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