The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The road was wet. It had been wet for three days. You walked. Your boots were heavy. They were soaked through. The leather hung limp. You pulled the coat tighter. It was your father’s coat. It smelled of tobacco and rain. It was too big. It swallowed you whole. The sleeves reached past your knuckles. The collar brushed your chin. You were small. You were twelve. You were alone. The town of...

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