The Distant Ghost

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2026-08-18 01:04:51 -

The Distant Ghost

The wool was heavy, a dull gray fabric that smelled of damp stone and old sweat. I had worn it for three days without changing, the fibers matted against my skin, a second hide that protected me from the biting chill of the corridor. I sat in the corner of the cell, the stone floor cold through the soles of my boots, and watched the single flickering candle burn down. The light did not reach...

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