The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The tower stood not upon the earth, but suspended in the pale, viscous mist that filled the lower reaches of the Kingdom of Aethelgard. It was a spire of white marble, veined with gold, rising from nothingness into a sky the color of bruised slate. Here, time did not tick; it pooled, thick and slow, like honey in a jar. Elias Thorne stood at the apex, his fingers wrapped around the railing of...

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