The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The banquet hall of the Citadel did not smell of roasting meats or spiced wine, as one might expect in a place of such ostentatious grandeur; instead, it reeked of ozone and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a persistent lie. We sat in a circle of obsidian chairs that seemed to suck the warmth from our skin, surrounded by figures who were not quite...

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