The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the courtyard of Blackwood Asylum, a grey, relentless weight that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of this wet expanse, his left hand trembling so violently that the service revolver in his grip seemed to vibrate with a life of its own. He was forty-five years old, though the shrapnel that...

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