The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The envelope is heavy, the paper thick and cold against your palms. You hold it as if it were a brick, waiting for the weight to sink into your bones. Mr. Gable stands in the doorway of your cramped office, his coat dripping rain onto the floorboards. He does not look at you. He looks at the blueprints tucked under your arm. "Friday," he says. "I know." "Rent is due. Or you’re out. I don’t care...

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