The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell in sheets of iron against the high, narrow windows of the keep, a relentless drumming that seemed to erode the very stone of the walls. Inside the great hall, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, woodsmoke, and the metallic tang of old blood that had never quite washed from the flagstones. Sir Julian Thorne sat rigid on the heavy oak bench, his armor dull and unpolished,...

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