The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

You stand at the edge of the precipice, where the air tastes of copper and old rain. The wind here does not blow; it hammers, a rhythmic, bone-deep thud that seems to come from the earth itself. You are not where you were yesterday, nor where you thought you would be tomorrow. You are in the Grey, that vast, twilight expanse of stone and shadow that stretches between the worlds. Your boots,...

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