The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The brass key was cold, heavier than it looked, its teeth worn smooth by decades of fumbling hands, and Elias Thorne held it in his palm as if it were a living thing that might bite him. He sat in the leather chair opposite his mother, Clara, whose breathing was a wet, rattling rattle in the silence of the study, the air thick with the smell of camphor and the dust of old paper. "You are thin,...

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