The Distant Ghost
Chapter One The ward had been gentrified for three years, a process that moved through the streets like a slow fever, stripping the old brick facades and replacing them with glass that reflected the grey sky back at itself. The mail boat gave its two blasts at dawn, a sound that cut through the wet air, signaling the arrival of goods and the inevitable departure of the old. Heide Krueger stood...
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