The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

You are standing in the shadow of the boiler house, the soot on your face a second skin that has not washed off in weeks, and you are listening to the steam whistle not for the hour, but for the breath it takes before it screams. The light in Oakhaven is a bruised purple, the kind that settles deep into the cracks of the brickwork and refuses to let go, and the air tastes of iron and wet ash, a...

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