The Distant Ghost
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the palace courtyard into a slick, black mirror that reflected the grey, swollen sky. Elias Thorne stood by the iron gate, his hands resting on the hilt of his ceremonial sword, though the blade remained sheathed. He was the Captain of the Guard, a position that required him to be a statue of loyalty, but inside, he was a man...
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