The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The heavy oak door of the keep groaned open, admitting a sliver of grey winter light that stretched across the stone floor like a pale, accusing finger, and I stood there, my hand still gripping the hilt of a sword I had sworn to leave behind, the metal biting into my palm not with pain but with a familiar, terrifying weight that felt less like a weapon and more like an anchor dragging me back...

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