The Distant Ghost
The iron gate did not creak when Elias Thorne pushed it open, a silence that was far more terrifying than the shrieking of rusted hinges one might expect in a ruin of this magnitude, and he stood for a long moment in the threshold of the Holloway estate, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, feeling the cold bite of the metal against his palm as if the steel itself were shivering under...
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