The Distant Ghost
Chapter One Waqar Gondal’s fingers slipped on the edge of the copper seal, a sound like a bone snapping in the quiet of the archive room. He was thirty-four years old, and the weight of the debt collector’s shadow sat heavy on his chest, a physical pressure that made his vision blur at the edges. The air smelled of damp plaster and old ink, a scent that had seeped into the lining of his coat, a...
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