The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The chisel is heavy, heavier than it should be, a slab of cold steel that pulls at the muscles in your forearm with a dull, persistent ache. You stand in the basement of St. Jude’s, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and rot, the walls weeping a black, viscous sap that glistens under the flickering light of your single lantern. It is the third day before the board’s audit, and the...

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