The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The key was cold. It sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, a rusted iron thing no longer than his thumb, heavy with the weight of five years of silence. Rain slicked the courtyard of Blackwood Asylum, turning the flagstones into a dark mirror that reflected nothing but the grey sky above. He was thirty-two, a sergeant in the Royal Signals, and he had been stripped of his rank by the tribunal three hours...

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