The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

You are not ready to leave, Enzo. The voice was not in the room, but in the marrow of his jaw, a vibration like a plucked string. Enzo Rinaldi did not look up from the ledger. He was thirty-four, a scholar of antiquities, and he was writing the final entry for the estate of his mother, Signora Rinaldi, who lay dying in the sealed, fog-choked manor of Vellora. The year was 1812, the Napoleonic...

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