The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron ring on my hand is cold. It has been cold for ten years. I sit in the high tower of the Obsidian Citadel, the wind howling through the stone slits like a dying man. Below, the courtyard is empty. The guards stand in their black coats, faces hidden behind polished masks. They do not look at me. I am not a man here. I am a function. A gear. A weapon. My name was Elias. I remember the...

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