The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The air smelled of wet wool and stale beer. We were packed tight. Elbows touching. Shoulders grinding. The music was a low thrum in the floorboards. It vibrated up through my soles. It shook the fillings in my teeth. I held my glass. The ice clinked. It was the only honest sound. My husband, Thomas, was by the door. He was scanning the room. His face was pale. His jaw was tight. He looked like...

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