The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

I had not thought of the fifty-eight of the Tide Clock until the ink dried on the page. It was a small thing, a detail from a life I thought I had shed, but the number stuck in my mind like a splinter. I remembered the weight of the copper thimble, the Osterhagen copper thimble my mother used to press into the fabric of my childhood shirts, a cold weight that anchored me to the ground. Now, I...

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