The Distant Ghost
The hall was thick with smoke and the scent of roasting meat. It smelled of iron and old stone. Elias stood by the wall. He watched the dancers. They moved in circles. Their feet beat the floor. The rhythm was steady. It was a drumbeat for the dead. Elias did not dance. He held a glass of wine. He did not drink. He watched his own reflection in the dark liquid. It wavered. It was a blurred...
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