The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The chainmail hung heavy on the rack. It clinked softly in the draft that slithered through the stone walls of the keep. It was not armor. It was a shroud. Or perhaps a skin. Edward stood before the mirror. The glass was dark and clouded, yet he saw himself. He saw the hollows under his eyes. He saw the gray threading his hair. He was a soldier. He was a warden. He was a man who had sworn an...

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