The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron burns your hands. You do not pull away. The forge light is a bruise in the dark. Sparks fly like angry bees. You are Edric. You are the smith of the Hollow. The walls sweat. The air tastes of copper and old sweat. The Guild Master stands in the doorway. His cloak is heavy with rain. His face is a mask of stone. He does not speak. He does not need to. You know the shape of his silence....

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