The Distant Ghost
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its seal broken, the paper yellowed by time and the damp that crept in through the window frame. I read it three times, the ink blurring slightly where my thumb had pressed too hard. It was from Professor Halloway, dated three days prior, inviting me to his estate in the north for a final review of my lectures before the Chair of History was awarded. I was...
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