The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The feast hall smelled of roasted boar and old stone. Candles guttered in the iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows across the faces of the nobles. They laughed, a sound like dry leaves skittering over gravel. They did not look at the door. They did not look at the man who stood in the archway, holding a bowl of black broth. He was thin. His coat was patched with wool of three different...

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