The Distant Ghost
The seal breaks. It is a small act. You press the thumb into the wax. The red clay shatters. It flies apart. Fragments scatter on the stone table. You look at the pieces. They are jagged. They are dead. You are in the keep. The air is cold. It smells of damp wool and iron. You are a stranger here. You have come from the sea. You have crossed the water. You carry a name that does not fit. Your...
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