The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron key sat heavy in my palm, a cold, unyielding thing that seemed to drink the light from the tavern’s single tallow candle, and I turned it over and over, feeling the weight of its silence, the way it fit the hollow of my hand as if it had been waiting for my skin for a century, while outside the rain hammered against the shuttered windows of Blackwood, a small, forgotten pocket of the...

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