The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The letter lay on the iron table, the ink still wet, the paper damp with the condensation of the shed. It was not a letter of love, nor of warning, but of termination, signed in a hand that shook only slightly at the end. You read it twice, your fingers cold, the rusted pocket watch in your pocket ticking against your ribs like a second, erratic pulse. The dream had come back to you in the...

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