The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The stone marker was cracked down the middle, a jagged scar where the limestone had given way to the relentless pressure of the wind and the slow, grinding erosion of time. I pressed my thumb into the fissure, feeling the cold grit of the rock, and watched the fog roll off the valley floor, thick and white as milk, swallowing the distant treeline. I was thirty-four years old, and for the first...

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