The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind off the frozen lake had a specific pitch, a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my left forearm, and every time it struck the pines in that precise rhythm, I heard David’s voice calling my name. I was forty-two years old, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service on the Canadian frontier, and my left hand was a ruin of swollen knuckles and fractured...

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