The Distant Ghost
The rain was not falling so much as being forced into the earth, a grey, relentless sheet that turned the gravel shoulder of the new highway expansion into a slurry of mud and pulverized limestone. I stood at the edge of the construction zone, my yellow hard hat slick with water, holding the total station’s prism pole with hands that had begun to tremble from the cold and the low, subsonic...
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