The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell in sheets of iron. It hammered against the leather of Silas’s cloak, a rhythmic, cold percussion that matched the beating of his heart. He walked. He had no horse. He had no coin. He had only the weight of the sword at his hip and the silence in his chest. The city of Aethelgard lay before him, a labyrinth of grey stone and higher, older shadows. It was not the city of legends. It...

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