The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain hit the mud like a hammer on a nail. Thomas looked up. He saw the flag. It was red. It was torn. It hung from the porch like a wound that would not close. "Thomas," said his father. Thomas did not move. His hands were shaking. They were always shaking now. The war was over. The war was not over. The house stood in the gray. The walls were damp. The floorboards creaked. They knew what...

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