The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ledger weighed forty-three pounds, a dense block of salt-cured cod pressed between sheets of vellum that smelled of brine and old blood. I counted the days since my last meal, three, the way a man counts the cracks in a prison wall, each one a measure of the distance to freedom or the depth of the fall. The fog outside the Ministry windows was not weather; it was the exhalation of the...

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