The Distant Ghost
The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed, a heavy, gray curtain drawn across the windows of the Hall, blotting out the world and leaving only the damp, stone-walled silence of the Great Chamber. You stood before the High Lord, your back rigid against the cold draft that seeped through the floorboards, your hands clasped so tightly before you that the knuckles had turned the color of old...
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