The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. The firelight caught the edges of the tapestries, turning the woven knights into ghosts who watched us eat. I sat at the lower table. My hands were shaking. I held the cup tight. The metal bit into my skin. It was cold. It was real. I needed it to be real. Lord Ashworth sat above me. He looked down. His face was a mask of stone. He did not see me....

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