The Distant Ghost
The road to the High Court was not merely a path of dirt and stone, but a wound in the earth, a long scar that bled mud into the wheel ruts of the carts and the hooves of the horses. I walked it with a heavy heart, for I was not a traveler seeking fortune or a merchant seeking trade, but a prisoner of my own making, bound by the invisible chains of guilt that tightened with every mile. In my...
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