The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The banquet hall in the town of Blackwood smelled of roasted pheasant and sulfur. Arthur Vane stood in the shadows of the pillar, his hand tight around the cold glass vial in his pocket, watching Silas Thorne laugh with the county magistrate. The air was thick with steam from the ventilation shafts that hummed beneath the floorboards, a low, rhythmic thrum that Arthur felt in his teeth. He had...

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