The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The boots were ruined. That was the first thing I said. I stood in the mud, my hands still wet from the river, and looked up at the foreman. He was a thick man, red-faced, with a jaw like a brick wall. He did not look at my feet. He looked at the ledger in his hand. The rain had stopped. The air smelled of wet iron and coal dust. You are late, he said. His voice was flat. It carried no anger,...

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