The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The gate was iron. It was not rusted, for the city kept its iron bright, polished by the sweat of slaves who worked in the dark. Thomas stood before it. He held the ledger. The ledger was bound in leather. The leather was cracked. He opened it. The pages were thin. The ink was fresh. "Turn back," the guard said. The guard did not look up. He was cleaning his blade. The blade was clean. It was...

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