The Distant Ghost
The rain has been falling for three days now, a steady, gray curtain that blurs the edge of the property line and turns the mud at the back of the house into a thick, sucking sludge that holds the footprints of anyone who has dared to step outside, and you stand in the kitchen with your hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that has gone cold an hour ago, staring at the window where the light is...
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