The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The train hissed, a long, metallic exhalation that seemed to suck the warmth from the platform. I gripped the strap of my bag, my knuckles white against the leather. "Stay, Elias," Clara said. Her voice was low, urgent, stripped of all pretense. She did not look at the departing passengers or the shuffling porters. She looked only at me, her hands clutching the front of my coat with a force...

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