The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The jar sat on the windowsill. It was a mason jar, filled with a thick, amber syrup. It did not taste of fruit or sugar. It tasted of the air in the room. It was the only thing in the apartment that remained static. Everything else moved. The city moved. The people moved. The accusations moved. Maren sat at the kitchen table. The wood was scratched by years of elbows and plates. She looked at...

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