The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the very boundaries of the castle wall, turning the stone into a soft, weeping thing, and I stood alone in the courtyard where the flagstones were slick with the dampness of centuries, feeling the weight of my armor not as a burden but as a second skin that had grown into the meat of my shoulders, for I...

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