The Distant Ghost
The feast was held in the cellar of the old manor, a space that smelled of damp earth, rotting apples, and the metallic tang of old blood, where the lanterns flickered with a sickly, jaundiced light that seemed to pull the shadows closer to the walls and make them breathe, and in the center of this gloom sat Julian Vane, a man whose mind was a library of forgotten laws and whose hands were...
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