The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The frost on the glass of my study window had formed into a pattern that looked like a broken wing, or perhaps a hand reaching out in vain, depending on how much whiskey I had consumed that night. I sat in the high-backed leather chair, the leather creaking softly under the weight of my old armor, which I wore not for battle, but for the ache in my joints. Outside, the wind howled through the...

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