The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the dust from the cobblestones of the old road. It was a gray morning, the kind that bleaches the color from the world until only the skeletal structure of things remained. Margaret walked. She did not look back. To look back was to invite the past to catch up, and the past was a heavy thing, a lead weight around the ankles. In her hand, she...

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