The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The crow sat on the windowsill, a lump of charcoal against the gray mist that clung to Oakhaven. Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger, his eyes burning with a dry, gritty ache that sleep had not cured. He was fifty-two years old, and his hands, once steady enough to bind rare manuscripts, now trembled slightly as he turned the page. The university’s deadline for the digitalization of...

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