The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The map was not paper. It was a sheet of pressed obsidian, cold and heavier than it looked, etched with lines so fine they seemed to pulse with a faint, internal heat. You held it in your gloved hands, the leather creaking under the strain of your grip. The ink was not ink, but a metallic alloy that shifted in color depending on the angle of the light, turning from silver to a deep, bruised...

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