The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The needle bit deep, pulling a bead of crimson that swelled and popped onto the silk like a drop of red rain. You counted the stitches. One. Two. Three. The needle’s eye was a tiny black pupil, staring back at you from the darkness of the thread. You had sewn for nineteen years in the imperial textile mill, your fingers stiffened by the cold water of the wash basins, your back bent like a...

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