The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The coat was brown. Not the deep umber of the earth, but a pale, washed-out tan, like old parchment left too long in the sun. It hung on the doorframe of the carriage, swaying gently with the rhythm of the wheels on the cobblestones. I touched the sleeve. The wool was thinning. It had been thinning for years. My fingers traced the fraying hem where the thread had given up, unraveling into loose...

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