The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, drumming against the high, vaulted ceiling of the stone keep. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale fear. Thomas stood by the hearth, his hands wrapped around a clay cup. The liquid inside was thick, dark, and warm. It was the only thing in the room that did not feel like stone. He looked at the fire. It crackled, spitting...

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