The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The bell tolled not with the crisp, metallic clarity I knew from my youth, but with a dull, heavy thud, as if the bronze tongue had been broken and glued back together with clay. I stood on the ramparts of Blackwood Keep, the stone cold and wet beneath my gauntlets, watching the smoke rise from the valley below. It was not the grey, drifting vapor of a morning mist, but a thick, oily black that...

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