The Distant Ghost
The river swells. It eats the bank. You stand there. Mud on your boots. Cold in your lungs. It is the year of the flood. The town holds its breath. You are a clerk. You count grain. You count days. You count the cracks in the wall. Your father is gone. Not dead. Lost. He walked into the mist. He did not come back. You wait. You must wait. The water rises. It touches your ankles. It is black. It...
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