The Distant Ghost
The spear tip cracked against the shield wall. It was a sound like a bone breaking. Harrow felt the vibration travel up his arm. He did not pull back. He held. The wind howled through the broken arches of the Hall of Records. It was a cold, ancient wind. It smelled of wet stone and old blood. Harrow was the Keeper of the Seal. He stood at the center of the chamber. Around him, the scribes...
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