The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink is dry. It has always been dry. You hold the letter in your hands, the paper thin as winter skin, the handwriting jagged and sharp. It is a map. Or a curse. It is the only thing left of your brother, Julian. He is dead. You are not. This is the first fact. The second fact is that you have spent forty years trying to unmake it. You sit in the study. The walls are lined with books, but...

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