The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

In my left hand, I held the single silver penny that was the entirety of my fortune, its edge worn smooth by my father’s thumb and now mine; in my right, the hilt of a knife I had no right to carry. We were standing in the mud of the village square, the snow beginning to crust over the frozen ground in brittle, white plates that cracked under our boots with a sound like breaking bones. My...

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