The Distant Ghost
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, cold mist that clung to the stone walls of the fortress and seeped into the very marrow of the men who stood guard within its corridors, blurring the line between the living world and the memory of death that permeated every shadowed alcove. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of the courtyard, his back straight against...
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