The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The air in the Hall of Records smelled of dust and rot. Silas stood alone. He held the mirror. It was small. A shard of obsidian. Dark as a bruise. Dark as the night he had broken the law. His hands trembled. Not from fear. From weight. The stone was heavy. Heavier than it looked. He had carried it for three days. Across the city. Past the iron gates. Past the guards who did not look. They...

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