The Distant Ghost
Pargeter! Pargeter, you lazy dog, stop scratching at the door and come in, the master is waiting. The voice was not human, but it carried the specific, grinding authority of a foreman inspecting a faulty gear, and Julian Pargeter, thirty-two years old and junior archivist to the City of Vellum, did not stop scratching. He stood in the mud of the industrial dockyard, the steam from the...
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