The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The dream was not of water, but of wool. It was a heavy, coarse wool, the color of dried blood, tangled in the iron bars of a window that did not exist. Marcus stood before a mirror that was cracked down the center, the fracture line running precisely through his own eye, and he saw not his face, but the face of the man who had signed his pardon. The man in the mirror was smiling, a thin,...

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