The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The glass vial was cold in Arthur Vane’s palm, its surface slick with condensation that felt like sweat. Inside, the last of the distilled sap from the white orchid shimmered, a liquid so pale it seemed to contain no color at all, only a refusal of the dark. He held it up to the weak afternoon light filtering through the mist, checking the viscosity, the clarity, the promise of a cure that the...

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