The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The train hissed away, leaving a plume of steam that tasted of coal and iron, and Elias Thorne stood on the platform with the ceramic owl in his hand, feeling the weight of it shift as the crack widened, splitting the glaze along the bird’s left wing. He did not look up at the departing carriage, nor did he acknowledge the shrill whistle that echoed off the concrete pillars, because his...

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