The Distant Ghost
The invoice for the missing clerk came to four hundred dollars, a sum that felt light in your hand but heavy in your stomach, given the three days you had already spent combing through the municipal archives. You stood in the center of the room, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, while the silence pressed against your eardrums like a physical weight. On the desk, where the...
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