The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The banquet hall of the Iron Citadel did not smell of roasted meats and spiced wine, as the chronicles of old might suggest, but of ozone, wet stone, and the metallic tang of blood that had been scrubbed from the flagstones but never fully erased from the air, a scent that clung to the back of your throat like a second tongue, and you stood there, your hands trembling not from the cold that...

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