The Distant Ghost
You stand in the shadow of the great stone archway, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and ancient dust, and you are waiting for the verdict that has been whispered through the corridors of the guild for three days. The leather of your gloves, worn smooth by years of polishing the bronze fittings of the city’s most prestigious estates, feels like a second skin against your knuckles, a...
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