The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The brass gear slipped from my tweezers and rolled across the workbench, disappearing into the shadow of the vice. I did not move to retrieve it. My hand, still trembling from the cold air of the attic, rested on the edge of the table where the wood had been worn smooth by decades of my father’s elbows. The chandelier hung above me, a constellation of crystal and tarnished metal, waiting for...

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