The Distant Ghost
You stand at the threshold of the house you have sworn to protect, the weight of the world resting upon your shoulders not as a metaphor but as a physical burden, a heavy iron yoke that has slowly, over the course of your long and uneventful service, fused itself to your spine. The building before you is not merely a structure of stone and timber, but a living entity, a colossal beast of...
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