The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered against the grey stone of the watchtower, a relentless, cold drumbeat. Elias stood by the window, his back to the room. He was a tall man, broad-shouldered, but his movements were slow. Deliberate. Like an old bear waking from a long sleep. "You’re staring at the fog again," said Cillian. He sat on the floor, cleaning a sword that had seen better days. The...

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