The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The market square of Port-au-Prince was a sea of noise and dust, where the smell of roasted plantains fought with the sharp tang of river mud and the heavy, wet heat of the first real dark of autumn. Merchants shouted prices for kerosene and sugar, their voices rising above the clatter of mules and the rhythmic thud of a blacksmith’s hammer, while the town crier’s bad news drifted in from the...

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