The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The seal was red. Wax. Hard as bone. It sat on the oak table. Cold. Thomas stood. He did not look at the door. He looked at the wax. The room was dark. One candle. Smoke. Thin. Gray. He was a knight. No. Not anymore. Just a man. Old. Hands rough. Like bark. The seal broke. Not by him. It crumbled. Dust. Red powder. On the wood. He picked it up. A fragment. Small. Sharp. It cut his finger....

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