The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell on the city of Oakhaven like a grey shroud, slicking the cobblestones until they gleamed with the dull light of the perpetual twilight that had settled over the realm three centuries ago. I walked with a heavy, rhythmic stride, the wet leather of my boots squelching against the ancient stone, the sound a metronome for the slow decay of my own body. I am a Keeper of the Threshold,...

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