The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ledger showed four hundred and twelve pounds of iron, three hundred yards of timber, and a deficit that smelled of wet rot and old fear. Clara Vane counted the entries twice, her pen scratching against the paper with a rhythm that matched her own pulse. She was thirty years old, and the wind in Oakhaven felt like a hand pressing against her chest, trying to push her back onto the train. The...

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