The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

Thorne. Sergeant Miller’s voice cut through the hum of the breakroom like a blade through wet paper. It was not a request. It was a summons. I looked up from the cold coffee in my hand. The liquid was thick, black, and tasted of burnt metal. Miller stood in the doorway, his badge catching the fluorescent light, a small, bright star that seemed to mock the grime of the room. He did not look at...

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