The Distant Ghost
Chapter One The railway junction at night was a place of iron and steam, where the segregated crews of the Thessaloniki division moved like ghosts through the fog, their breath hanging in the cold air before the lamps could cut through it. It was a world of schedules and debts, where the company store kept its books tighter than a miser’s fist, and every man knew the exact weight of what he...
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