The Distant Ghost
The letter lay on the kitchen table, the ink still damp where the seal had broken. It was a bill, technically, from the solicitor in the county seat, itemizing the costs of the last three years of silence. You read it twice, the numbers blurring in the cold air that seeped through the window frame. Outside, the dog barked at nothing, a sharp, wet sound that cut through the quiet of the house....
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