The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The brass was cold. I rubbed it with a thumb that had forgotten how to stop trembling. It was a small thing. A key. Not for a door, but for a mechanism. A clock. Or perhaps a lock on a memory that had rusted shut too long ago. I sat in the back of the train, the window smeared with the grime of the industrial coast. Outside, the sky was the color of wet slate. The air smelled of coal dust and...

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