The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The frost had eaten the stone floor of the crypt until it felt like walking on a field of broken teeth, each step sending a dull, vibrating ache up through my boots and into the marrow of my shin. I am Thomas Bradshaw, a man whose hands have spent forty years counting the ledgers of the dead, tallying debts of grain and silver that no living soul would ever repay, and yet here I stood, in the...

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