The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale iron. It was a long table. It stretched across the stone floor of the keep, ending at the far wall where the tapestries hung heavy with dust. Men in armor sat on benches. They ate. They drank. They spoke of land. They spoke of war. They did not look at the door. Elias stood by the door. He held his spear. The shaft was ash wood. It was...

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