The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The quarterly variance report lay on the mahogany table, a stack of forty-two pages that smelled of toner and ozone. Elena Vane counted the seconds between her father’s words, each one a distinct, heavy strike against the silence of the boardroom. Julian Vane did not shout; he simply recited her errors with the dry precision of an auditor, listing the missed projections in the East Coast...

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