The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The map is a lie. You know this now. The ink bleeds into the grain of the paper, a wet, brown stain that smells of iron and old blood. You hold it in your left hand, the right clutching the hilt of your sword until the knuckles turn white. The wind here is thin. It cuts through the wool of your cloak like a needle through skin. You are walking away from the village, away from the warm hearth,...

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