The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the world outside my window into a blurred watercolor of slate and moss, and I stood at the edge of the bed, holding a pair of men’s dress shoes that had been buried in the attic for forty years. They were black leather, stiff with age, the soles worn thin by the weight of a man who believed he could walk away from...

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