The Distant Ghost

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2026-08-18 12:08:40 -

The Distant Ghost

You hold the letter. It is small. A square of parchment. Stained with rain. You do not open it. You know what is written. You have always known. The ink is faded. The words are ghostly. They whisper in your blood. You are a warden. You walk the line. The line is long. The line is cold. It is a time of stone and silence. The castle stands on the cliff. The wind howls below. You stand on the...

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