The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The banquet hall of the Iron Citadel did not smell of wine or roasted meat, but of ozone and wet stone. It was a cavernous space, vaulted high above the heads of the assembled, where the air hung heavy with the static charge of a storm that would never break. Candles burned in brass sconces, their flames steady and unnaturally still, casting long, rigid shadows against walls of polished...

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