The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The burin bit into the oak with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Thorne watched the ink bleed from the cut, not as a stain, but as a living, weeping blister that spread across his knuckle in a dark, viscous tide. He was forty years old, a master engraver of the Oakhaven Guild, and the winter solstice was three days away, a deadline that hung over his shop like the guillotine’s blade. His...

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