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She roams the night – a weary wraith

Who’s doomed to haunt until she’s found

With tattered shroud and shattered faith

And laid to rest in hallowed ground.

Anon.

Last August, My Mate and I attended a charity auction in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, where we met a man who was selling his houseboat and everything with it.

He wasn’t an old man – he was only forty-two at the time – so we were curious about his reasons for selling. Was he tired of boating? Frustrated by it? Was it too expensive for him? As curious as we were, we couldn’t ask him why he was selling – because it wasn’t polite, and it wasn’t any of our business.

But we didn’t need to ask him. He seemed eager to talk about his reasons. He seemed compelled to share his reasons with somebody else, as if he couldn’t quite believe them himself.

The story you are about to read is his story– a story that begins with one auction, and ends with a second. The only thing we’ve added is what happened before the auctions…

The murder.

T. R. Sullivan

Winneconne, Wisconsin

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