The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fire started in the basement. You remember the smell before the smoke. It was the scent of old paper and wet wool, a smell that had defined the archives for forty years. Then it became acrid. Then it became death. You are standing in the courtyard of the municipal library. The morning is cold. The frost has not yet melted on the cobblestones. Around you, the town is waking up. Cars are...

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