The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of your throat. You stood near the radiator, holding a glass of lukewarm ale, watching the steam curl up from the floorboards. It was the annual harvest supper in Oakhaven, a town that had not seen a new face in three years. The air was hot, stifling, and thick with the noise of two hundred people who...

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