The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The damp in the basement of St. Jude’s Orphanage did not smell like water, but like old paper and rot, a scent that clung to the wool of Elias’s shirt and settled in the creases of his knuckles. He was twelve, a boy of sharp angles and silent observation, and in his left pocket, pressed against the rough denim, lay a stem of foxglove that had been dead for three days, its leaves brittle and...

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