The Distant Ghost
The city of Oakhaven, though it wore the face of a modern metropolis with its steel bridges and humming electric trams, retained the skeletal architecture of a medieval fortress, where the cobblestones were worn smooth by centuries of cart wheels and the shadows in the alleyways held the weight of old, unspoken sins. You, a man whose name is less important than the hollow ache in your chest,...
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