The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The frost had settled on the high windows of the Council Hall like a fine, gray powder, blurring the distant hills into a memory of stone and shadow. You sat at the edge of the long oak table, your fingers tracing the grain of the wood, feeling the cold seep into your joints. The air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old parchment, a heavy, cloying aroma that seemed to press against your...

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