The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The road was wet. Mud clung to the wheels. We moved slowly. The carriage groaned. It was a heavy sound. It shook my bones. I held the iron key. It was cold. It was heavy. It felt like a heart. It was my mother’s key. It was also mine. That was the trick. That was the lie. We were heading home. Or away. The distinction blurred. The mist was thick. It swallowed the trees. It swallowed the sky. It...

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