The Distant Ghost
You are not a man, Professor Vane. You are a ledger. You are a debt. Arthur Vane woke with the taste of coal dust in his throat, a gritty, black film coating his teeth. The dream had returned. He was drowning in the Blackwood Mine, not in water, but in the heavy, suffocating dark of the earth, the air pressed against his lungs until his ribs cracked. He sat up in the cold room, the gaslight...
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