The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ledger weighed four pounds, three ounces, and a debt that could not be paid in silver. You sat in the station office, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and iron filings, counting the entries. One, two, three. The ink on the page was wet, though you had written it hours ago. It bled, not into the paper, but into shapes. A hand. A face. Your father’s face, twisted in a silence that...

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