The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

My hands were slick with the grease of the silver spoons as I counted them into the velvet box. Fifty-eight of the Salt Gate. That was the number on the invoice. The debt was not a number; it was a weight in my chest, heavy as wet wool. I needed the deed to the house. I needed it to keep the roof from falling in, or so I told myself. The bank wanted the silver. The bank wanted the house. The...

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