The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, metallic sheet that turned the Scottish Highlands into a blur of grey and bruised purple. I stood at the edge of the loch, my boots sinking into the mud, clutching the leather satchel that held my father’s final commission. It was a coat, of course. Or rather, the pattern for one. My father, a man of few words and precise hands, had spent the...

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