The Distant Ghost
The road was long. The mud was deep. Silas walked. He walked alone. The rain fell cold. It soaked his cloak. It froze his boots. The castle loomed ahead. It stood on the hill. It was black stone. It was old stone. The walls were high. The windows were dark. Silas was a thief. He had stolen the Crown. It sat in his pack. It pressed against his back. It was heavy. It was cold. He did not look at...
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