The Distant Ghost
The iron gate groaned in the wind, a low, mournful sound that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Elias’s boots as he stood before the obsidian walls of the Ashworth estate, a structure so vast and impenetrable that it swallowed the twilight whole, leaving only a single, jaundiced eye of light in the high window where Lord Ashworth sat, presiding over the ruin of his own legacy with the...
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