The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink was black. Not dark blue. Not grey. Black. It smelled of iron. Elias held the quill. His hand did not shake. It never shook. He was a scholar of the archive. He knew the weight of a letter. He knew the value of a name. He stood in the vault. The air was cold. It bit the skin. Dust motes danced in the single beam of light. They were slow. They were still. Above him, the ceiling vanished...

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