The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The brass key sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, heavy and cold, its teeth worn smooth by decades of use in hands that were no longer there to hold it. It was a small, ugly thing, the kind of key that opened not a door but a drawer, a ledger, a secret, and it cost him nothing to own, though it would cost him everything to use. Elias turned it over, feeling the metal bite into the soft flesh of his...

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