The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The banquet hall was a cavern of white linen and low, humming voices, the air thick with the scent of roasted duck and expensive perfume. At the head of the long table sat Captain Elias Thorne, a man whose uniform fit him like a second skin, tailored to hide the tremor in his hands and the hollows beneath his eyes. He was a master of control, a soldier who had learned to kill with the same...

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