The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had been falling for six hours, a steady, grey sheet that turned the mud of the watchtower’s interior into a slurry that sucked at my boots with every step. I counted the drops hitting the broken windowpane, a rhythmic percussion that masked the ache in my left knee, a souvenir from the skirmish at Blackwater Creek three months prior. My brother’s pardon was a document, a thin...

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