The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The barn smells of wet straw and old iron. You know this smell. It is the smell of your life. You stand in the center of the hayloft. The air is thick. It clings to your skin. It feels like a second skin. You do not breathe. You hold it in. Your lungs burn. You let it go. The dust motes dance in the single beam of light. They are like ghosts. They do not have faces. They do not have names. You...

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