The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell on the cobblestones. It was cold. It was wet. We walked. I carried the box. It was heavy. Eleanor walked beside me. She did not look at me. She looked at the mud. Her boots were new. They were brown. They were soft. "Put it down," she said. "I cannot." "Why?" "Because it is mine." "It is not yours. It is his." She pointed. She pointed to the ground. There was a stain. It was dark....

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