The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The blade of the blackthorn snapped against the shield, sending a spray of ancient sap into the air, and it smelled of iron and rot. Sir Aldric Vane did not look up. He was too busy trying to keep the rhythm of his breathing aligned with the heavy, wet thud of his own heart, a drumbeat that seemed to echo in the hollows of his ribs. Around him, the stone walls of the Keep of St. Jude pressed...

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