The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The sky over the city of Aethelgard did not so much darken as it collapsed, a heavy, bruised purple lid slamming shut against the gray, indifferent face of the industrial sprawl. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had begun to bleed into one another, indistinguishable ribbons of smoke and steam that wrapped around the lungs of the populace. Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of...

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