The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mortar under your fingernails is black, a permanent stain that no amount of scrubbing with pumice stone can lift. You stand in the nave of St. Jude’s Chapel, the air thick with the dust of centuries and the sharper, metallic scent of impending demolition. It is November in London, and the rain hammers against the stained glass, blurring the city into a gray smear outside. You are Elias...

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