The Distant Ghost
You hold the seal in your left hand. It is cold. It is broken. The wax has crumbled into gray dust that smells of old rain and iron. You are standing in the great hall of the Keep of St. Jude. The torches hiss. The shadows stretch long across the flagstones. You are a man of the law. You are a sword for the Crown. But tonight, you are only a vessel for a debt you did not know you owed. The High...
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