The Distant Ghost
"Did you lock it?" I looked at the door. It was locked. I looked at my father. He was standing in the center of the room. The floorboards creaked under his weight. It was a heavy sound. It sounded like a bone breaking. "Yes," I said. He nodded. He did not smile. He never smiled in the cell. He stood there, tall and thin. His shadow stretched across the stone floor. The shadow was longer than he...
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