The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The hall smelled of roasted boar and old stone. It was a scent that had saturated the very mortar of the castle, a centuries-old perfume of blood and woodsmoke that never truly faded, no matter how hard the servants scrubbed the flagstones. I sat at the high table, my hands folded in my lap, still. They were large hands, broad-palmed and mapped with veins that stood out like the roots of...

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