The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The elevator doors slid shut. We were alone. My mother sat in the corner. She looked small. The car smelled of stale air and rust. We were going up. To the top floor. The hospital wing. I held my hand. It was cold. Her hand was dry. Like parchment. I looked at my own fingers. They were trembling. I tried to hide them. I crossed my legs. I wore my suit. It was wrinkled. I had not slept. The...

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