The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the forest and the road. I walked with my head down, the weight of the iron collar around my neck pulling at my spine, a constant, dull reminder of the debt I owed to the Crown. My name was Arthur, though the guards called me Prisoner Seven. It was easier for them to count numbers than to remember...

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