The Distant Ghost
The air in the Undercroft tasted of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a swallowed coin. He stood at the edge of the stone floor, his boots sinking slightly into the compacted earth, while the heavy oak door behind him groaned shut, sealing them inside the dark. The silence was not empty; it was heavy, pressurized, a physical weight that pushed...
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