The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, heavy mist that clung to the cobblestones of Whitmore and soaked into the bones of the city. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his workshop, the air thick with the smell of hot wax and old leather. He was a man carved from the same stubborn oak as his trade, a shoemaker whose hands were mapped with scars that spoke of a violence he no...

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