The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink had dried before I noticed the stain. It sat on my index finger, a dark, permanent crescent. I looked at it. Then I looked at the page. The word "eternal" stared back at me. I rubbed the ink into my skin. It did not come off. I am a scholar of texts. I deal in things that do not change. Paper yellows. Paper brittles. But the meaning remains. Or so I told myself. The university is a...

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