The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The bronze-casters of the hill town worked the ore in the heat, their hammers ringing against the anvil stones while the acorn harvest fell silent in the terraced oaks below. In the courtyard of the Costa estate, the mud was deep and black, sucking at Lucia Costa’s ankles as she stood alone, the warmth of the November spell pressing against her skin like a damp cloth. She wanted the dead to...

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