The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The soup was thick. It clung to the inside of the bowl like wet wool. You held it with both hands, the heat seeping into your palms, your fingers, the marrow of your bones. Around you, the great hall of the St. Jude’s Institute hummed with a low, collective drone. It was the feast night. The long tables stretched into the dark, laden with roasted meats, heavy breads, and silver tureens of...

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