The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The feast in the Hall of Whispers was a cacophony of clattering pewter and the sharp, acidic bite of spiced wine. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my fingers wrapped tightly around a chipped ceramic cup, watching the steam rise and curl into the candlelight. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar, burning tallow, and the underlying, metallic tang of fear that had settled...

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