The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The steel gates of Blackwood Ironworks were polished to a mirror sheen by the constant rain of 1912, a reflection so clear that I could see the hollows of my own cheeks staring back at me, mocking the silence I had kept for three years. I am forty-five, a senior inspector, and I have spent the last thirty-six months climbing the ladder of this institution not for the money, but to scrub the...

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