The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The bell of St. Jude’s rang the hour, but you heard only the clatter of iron on stone. Your hands were raw. The pickaxe bit into the earth with a groan that sounded like a dying man’s breath. You were not a miner. You were a clerk. You were a man of ink and paper, of ledgers and quiet rooms. But the debt was a living thing, a worm in your gut, and it demanded meat. It demanded your labor. It...

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