The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The heavy oak shield cracked down the middle before the first blow even landed, splitting the dark wood with a sound like a dry branch snapping under a winter boot, and I watched the pale sap weep out of the jagged fissure, staining my leather gauntlets with a sticky, resinous grief that smelled of pine and old rain. I stood in the center of the King’s square in the city of Aldenmere, where the...

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