The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The gate groaned. It was a sound like a dying beast, a long, low moan of rusted iron scraping against stone. Elias stood before it, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that had not tasted blood in ten years. He was old. The years had carved his face into a map of deep lines, each one a testament to a day he had survived. The city of Oakhaven rose behind him, a labyrinth of gray stone and...

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