The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The bone cracked. It was not a clean break. It splintered. Margaret felt the snap in her own wrist. She looked down. The hand was hers. But it was not whole. The Great Hall smelled of wax and rot. Candlelight flickered. Dust motes danced in the beams. They did not dance for her. They danced for the King. He sat on the throne. He was old. His eyes were wet. He held a goblet. He did not drink. He...

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