The Distant Ghost
Jantje Bakker remembers the smell of the smokehouse before she remembers the face of the man who betrayed her. It is a smell of salt and rot, heavy and wet, clinging to the wool of her coat as she stands in the polder, the wet snow too heavy for the lines of the fence. She is thirty-two, a junior archivist in a district that is slowly dying, and she wants to clear the name of her late mentor,...
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