The Distant Summer

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The ink was still wet on the document when I saw it. Not a smudge. Not a typo. A shape. It hovered on the page, a dark, jagged scar where the signature line should have been. I rubbed my thumb against the paper. The fiber was rough. Dry. There was no ink there. But the shadow remained. It looked like a hand. A small, grasping hand. "Ellis?" I looked up. Margot stood in the doorway of my office....

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