The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The satchel weighed four pounds, give or take the mud that had caked into the leather grain. Elias Thorne counted the hours it had been since the autopsy table, three, four, five. He did not count the days since his father’s burial; that number had stopped mattering the moment the skin turned grey and the pulse, which should have ceased with the heart, remained stubbornly, impossibly, warm in...

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