The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

"I heard it, sir. The whistle. It screamed my name." Miller’s voice was thin, scraped raw by the coal dust that coated the throat of the cab. I looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time in three years of riding the Northern line. He was a small man, Miller, a man who smelled of stale tobacco and the specific, metallic tang of fear. His hands, wrapped around the regulator lever,...

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