The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The air in the Hall of Whispers tastes of iron and old dust. You stand at the center of the circular chamber, the floor cold against your boots. The stones are carved with faces that seem to shift when you are not looking directly at them. Your hand rests on the hilt of your sword, a familiar weight, a dead thing made of steel and wood. It is the only solid thing in this place. You are Aldous....

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