The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The seal was black. It lay upon the parchment, cold as a dead eye. Captain Elias Thorne held the ink-stained letter in his gauntleted hand, the wax gleaming under the dim, flickering light of the torches. The air in the crypt was thick. It smelled of damp stone, old blood, and the metallic tang of fear. He had come here to bind the spirit. To end the cycle. Or so the Order had commanded....

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