The Distant Ghost
Do you know how much a vial weighs? Francisco Xavier held it in his palm, feeling the cold glass press against the sweat of his skin. It was a small thing, no heavier than a coin, yet it felt like it contained the entire weight of the river. He was thirty-four years old, an engineer who had not touched a blueprint in three years, and he stood in the windowless office of the Chief Administrator,...
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