The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The sword was still in the stone. It was not a sword of legend, but a thing of rust and weight, driven deep into the granite heart of the keep. I pulled at it. My hands bled. The metal did not move. "Leave it," said Cael. His voice was rough, scraped raw by the smoke of the burning outer gate. He stood behind me, holding a spear that had no tip. The tip was gone, broken against the shields of...

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