The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The first sack of dried yarrow weighed forty pounds, and Margaret counted the stitches on her leather apron as she hauled it up the cellar stairs. Twelve stitches. She counted them again. Twelve. Her mother, Eleanor, lay in the upper room, the air in the house thick with the scent of rotting apples and old wool. Margaret was thirty-two, and her hands shook not from cold, but from the weight of...

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