The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink is wet, Elias, and if you do not stop fidgeting with that stylus, I will have your badge off your lanyard before the hour is out. I looked up from the ledger, my fingers trembling against the cold, heavy iron of the stylus, and tried to steady my breathing, but the air in the vault was too thick, too stale, smelling of formaldehyde and old paper. Mr. Vance stood in the doorway, his tie...

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